Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Slayers Fan Fiction ❯ Lina's Quest ❯ Movin’ In ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Lina's Quest

 

Chapter title: Movin' In

 

Author: Malimillions

 

Summary: What do you do with a magic - wielding, dragon slaying, power hungry, egomaniacal menace to society straight out of the dark ages? Why, make her a modern-day super-hero, of course! Luna's at her wit's end!

 

Rating: PG-13 due to violence, skewed perspectives, homophobia… and of course, all of Lina's constant swearing.

 

Pairing (s): none so far

 

Feedback: Is much appreciated. Hate it or love it, I'd love to hear why and what you thought of it!

 

Fandoms used: The anime series involved with this crossover so far; Slayers, Ranma 1/2 & Sailor Moon.

 

Characters: Lina Inverse (Slayers) and Luna (Sailor Moon)

 

Betas: If anyone volunteers I'd be tickled pink. : D

 

Author's notes:

* * These are for symbolizing characters internal thoughts.

# # This is around my notes here to help the reader with things or give an explanation.

// // These signify the speech of non-humanoid (not counting Luna) and unearthly beings.

 

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon does not belong to me. Slayers does not belong to me. Ranma 1/2 does not belong to me. I make no money off of this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Don't ever bring a shovel to your mother's head, it leaves a bad impression on her mind.”

-- Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

 

--------Downtown Neirma, Japan, Planet Earth, the known universe-------

 

“Business slow, as usual.” the real estate agent on shift murmured deeply into the only sympathetic ear around, his coffee cup. This wasn't because he was actually staying up late, but was in fact up very, very early. Oddly enough, he found that he got attracted more business that way. In this town, people were willing to get up in ungodly hours of the morning to avoid getting caught up in the chaos that surrounded Neirma, thanks to its population of hyper active super-powered teen martial artists that often, even routinely, ravaged the streets in their day to day social trifles with each other. Buying real estate wasn't a booming business because of it, but he was still hopeful. One had to be, given the sinking property values due to the present trends of cataclysms. So he wasn't surprised when he got a knock on the front door of his office at four in the morning.

“Come in,” he straightened his tie and twitched his fingertips at the remaining hair that made up his greasy comb-over before looking up. He was surprised, however, when the visitor turned out to be a stick-skinny teenaged girl with startling red eyes and auburn hair…. Who appeared to be wearing one of the most outlandish getups he had ever seen. * Must be one of those new, popular styles. * He thought to himself and slapped on his happy face and dutifully filled in the blanks. At least she didn't sport the usual plethora of piercings and tattoos that scared the dickens outta him. “Hello miss, can I help you?”

“Yes, you can.” Her face opening halfway, almost shifting into a slanted smile and set down a large burlap sack of all things at her side and sat in a chair facing him, feet planted solidly on the floor and knees sloping wide, away from each other, somehow fitting the moody, barely five foot girls body into a slouch of an arrogant teenage boy. “I'm looking for an apartment that I can hopefully move into as soon as possible.” She replied, brimming with self-importance, apparently all business.

“Well, I know of several apartments available. Do you have any specifications?” he said, staring unblinkingly at her bizarre eye color. *Must be contacts - they're not natural, anyway. *

“Well, I'd like large windows and neighbors that mind their own damn business. Oh yes, and it should be furnished and near the downtown.”

“… I know just the place.”

“I also want the place to be near the buildings roof. And good sound - proofing. As far as I'm concerned, for all intents and purposes, I'll be dead to the other tenants.” He grimaced at the last comment. He really didn't want to know.

 

 

 

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