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   Hello, everyone! This is the third part of the fanfic by me and 
Jade. Either right to me or to her, we would both love to her from you.

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   Zoisite and Sailor Moon reappeared inside the Negaverse in a flash 
of rose petals and a faint red light.  Kunzite turned as he heard the sound 
of the teleport behind him and smiled as he saw Zoisite.

   "Back already?"  He asked, glancing over at Sailor Moon, who was
standing somewhat in the shadows of the great throne room of the Negaverse,
looking about her with interest, but little fear.

   Zoisite nodded his head yes and glanced at the direction of the moving 
figure in the shadows.

   "Is that her?" Kunzite asked Zoisite, switching his gaze from the scout 
to the general.

   "Well, who else would I bring here?" Ziosite asked, laughing at the 
absurdity of the question.

      Kunzite laughed with him.  Sailor Moon was getting really tired of
hiding in the shadows of the throne room so she stepped out bravely and 
looked at them both, shaking her head in anger. Even more anger then she 
had shown to Tuxedo Mask, because she thought that the two were laughing 
at *her*. She wished she could see Tuxedo Mask right now... with his 
lovely pair of blue eyes and charming smile. Even though she had said 
those awful things to him she hadn't meant a word she'd said. Not that 
anyone present would believe her.

   She wanted, *needed* to feel what it was like as a Negaverse creep. So
that she would understand more what she was up against. Which, right now, 
she did not. She didn't think that the scouts would understand her 
actions. Heck, she didn' t really understand herself, all she knew was SHE 
HAD TO FIND OUT!

  So she had contacted these two generals. In a way that she had never 
thought possible. She just called them by name. Of course, there was 
something of a dilemma and they wouldn't come at first, not trusting her.  
And she couldn't blame them.  She didn't trust them either.  But she'd 
said that she wanted to deal with them and that got their attention just 
as she'd hoped it would. She'd left all her little gadgets and magical 
toys in her room some place, she couldn't remember where though. But 
she'd had to wear her broach, to transform into Sailor Moon. But she tried 
not to worry about it.  She was hoping she wouldn't need them.

   She just realized then that the two generals in question where staring 
straight at her and had stopped laughing, waiting for her to say something. 
She coughed embarrassed by her mind wandering.

   "Well, Sailor moon? What is this all about?" Kunzite asked her after a 
few more moments of silence had passed.

   "Kunzite, Kunzite! Where are your manners? Even though she is of course, 
our enemy, we should ask her to sit down before she tells us the reason... 
and it had better be a good reason."  Zoisite said, gesturing to a near by 
chair that was off to the side of the throne room. 

  "Good idea Zoisite, as always. But, wouldn't it be an even better idea if 
we went somewhere where the Queen would not over hear?" Kunzite strolled 
over to where Zoisite was sitting down comfortably. Sailor Moon glared at 
both at them. This was so frustrating! Nobody was even letting her Speak! 
She was having second thoughts about this whole thing! What a mess! If she 
ever lived through this she would most likely not live long, because she'd 
be killed by Rei, actually, not just Rei, everybody else as well, including 
Tuxedo Mask.

   "Can we please just get this over with! I'll go almost anywhere you want! 
Just come on!" Sailor Moon tapped her foot angrily on the marbled floor and 
if her attitude about this whole thing didn't show the generals that she was 
getting fed up, the anger in her voice did.

   If her actions before didn't surprise the scouts, this would. Sailor Moon 
had actually ordering a GENERAL? Not just any general, but a Nega-creep?  
What the heck was the matter with her?

   "Very, well sailor moon." Zoisite said, and with a very elegant gesture 
they disappeared from the throne room and the large, ominous was empty once 
again, with only the echoes of voices from down the hall to comfort it.

                          TO BE CONTINUED.....