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Ellie did not like being Sailor Iris. It was a pain in the butt, but her mind had already decided that being a Sailor Scout was a responsibility. Ellie was not one to shirk responsibility, no matter how much she disliked something.

The other day, she had been talking to Hank at his work place, and he showed her something very unusual. Some of the larger parts he had in storage looked like they were clawed up or bitten into. No normal beast could have done such things, or at least that was what Hank had told her. Either way, Hank had to go and purchase more parts, which if anyone knew Hank, they knew he was not happy about such. He liked to be the most efficient with his money as possible. And scrapping some parts because some unusual animal got to it was not very thrifty.

Ellie could not help but wonder if this was the work of a Youma. They weren't exactly like normal creatures. And based off what she saw before, they could definitely do damage like that to metal. That small, responsible part of her had decided tonight was the night she'd go investigate.

Now, as Sailor Iris, she was scouring the premises near Hank's shop, looking for any possible Youma. Instead of casually wandering around, she was actually dashing around. There were only so many times you could trip due to heels before you got used to them. And it seemed like Sailor Iris was finally adjusted to those obnoxious heels on her boots.

One moment she was dashing around, and the next moment, she bumped into something, full speed. Obviously, Sailor Iris stopped running and winced back a bit. "Oh crap!" she grunted out, not even noticing what she ran into was a fellow Sailor Scout. Poor Castor.

Holding onto her head a bit, she looked up at this guy with one eye open. It was dark, but she was still able to make out the relatively gay school uniform the boy was wearing. And to make matters worse, the boy in said gay school uniform was now flirting with her.

Seeing as this was at least the millionth collision she had caused, she was starting to suspect it was herself that was the problem. Crash one time, shame on you, crash a million times, maybe shame on me? Either way, she couldn't go about blaming this on the Sailor stranger.

It didn't mean she had to be nice though.

"Didn't know that straight guys could wear such gay uniforms." She lowered her hand from her head, and opened up her other eye. She added in a dead serious tone "And don't call me 'cute' if ya know what's good fer ya!" She placed her right hand within her left one and cracked her gloved knuckles a bit. She was not in the mood to deal with basic high school problems such as idiots flirting with her.

Sailor Iris could feel her nerves being grated by each word this other Sailor spoke. She cracked her knuckles once more and nearly growled out "Maybe instead of using such derogatory names, you should, ya know, try asking fer a name." Why did it seem like guys were getting stupider and stupider?

Not giving up much of a warning, the girl once again resumed her search, which meant she started running. It was obvious this guy wasn't the type to eat metal (though she was somewhat certain that he was interested in eating something else at the moment). Hopefully this guy wasn't so clueless as to try and pursue her. She had a feeling he'd just get in the way of her *sskicking.

Where as this Sailor Castor was hardly taking his job seriously, Sailor Iris wanted to get it over and done with. When he sped up, she attempted to dodge him, but it was no good. Eventually she just gave up and stopped for a moment.

"I think I'll call ya 'gay' then. Or 'idiot,' cuz ya don't know the first thing about flirtin'." Had she been a more shy girl, she might have been phased about that comment of the "nice view." Yet she didn't do skirts normally, so she frequently had the same problem at school.

Where as the first signs of a Youma went unnoticed by the boy, Sailor Iris picked up on it quite quickly. Then again, maybe it was because she had a personal stake in the matter that made this so important. "Look. I'm Sailor Iris, and if yer not gonna take this seriously, then get outta my way." Once again, she picked up her pace and began to make her way towards the dimmed spot further ahead.

Even in all the darkness, Sailor Iris couldn't help but get annoyed by a particular boy. He just liked to talk to hear himself talk, or at least that was her conclusion.

"Just shut up and follow my lead!" It was quite a bit harder to see now that their vague amount of light had been robbed from them. However, the girl didn't seem to lose any sort of hope. Instead, she called out "Iris Rainbow Ribbon!" while clenching her fist. It seemed like her hand glowed for a moment like a flashlight before something began to flutter behind her. It glowed faintly with various colors of light and looked somewhat like a ribbon. It wasn't much, but it was better than being completely blind. With such lighting the way a bit, Sailor Iris pressed forward, assuming that Sailor "Idiot" was going to be trailing on her high heels.

As she walked along, she noted the shadows of each pile of junk. They all looked distorted, but she shrugged it off as something caused by the lack of light. The night time did play tricks on the mind.

However, one thing was obvious. Sailor Iris did not like her powers. She did not say a word to the mention of her powers, since there was nothing she could say to fix the problem. Her powers were girly. As Sailor Castor had said, they were "Cute." And it made her sick. Hoping that maybe the idiot would shut up, she pressed forward until she saw a strange shape.

It was moving, which was the one thing different about it from the rest of the piles of junk. Even though it was moving, it was still really hard to tell what exactly it was. For a moment, she tried to recall all the other Youma she had encountered, and suddenly remembered that all of them had been a bit tricky to figure out.

"No, Idiot," she whispered out. "It's yer mom!" Putting all sarcasm to the side, she then said in an agitated whisper "What do you think it is, Idiot?! Junk yard dogs don't eat... um... metal!" She turned to look at the beast, her eyes completely serious.

The fist which held her Rainbow Ribbon clenched tightly, as if she was preparing to go attack.

Deciding to remain vague, Iris whispered out one word: "...Stuff." The youma just looked like any ol' horror movie monster. She stood her ground, but it didn't really do her much good, seeing as the monster managed to somehow get behind them within the blink of the eye.

"No kidding," she growled at Sailor "Idiot" for pointing out the obvious. Without warning, she ran at the Youma. Thinking things out and planning, that stuff was for losers and eggheads. She swung her ribbon towards her side, hoping that maybe it would attract the Youma's attention. The speed might make it difficult, but that was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment.