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She needed a break.

Ellie Spectre had been studying that DMV pamphlet day in and out for approximately a week, spending practically every spare moment with her nose in that newsprint booklet. Even though her aim was to literally memorize the booklet word-for-word, she couldn't help but feel as if the words were starting to blur together in her mind. Even the tomboy knew when she had been studying too long. As a result, she had gone out for the evening with one thought in mind.

Youma hunting.

It would be a good way to let off some steam, as well as helpful to society. Letting beasties roam around the city that steal star seeds and essentially kill people was probably not the best idea. Somehow, she couldn't help but think of herself as an exterminator. Eliminating the pests for better urban living.

Yeah, an exterminator with a gay and magical rainbow lasso.

Sailor Iris sighed at that mental jab. No matter how epic the job, the reality was still the same. She was wearing a ridiculously girly school uniform with a giant and impractical bow on her butt. As if to reject the notion, she literally reached behind her and grabbed onto the two tails of the ribbon. With two sharp ripping sounds, the long tails were no longer attached to her uniform and rather easily discarded on the ground.

It was quite cold, but she kept a stiff upper lip as she made her way through the park. The blonde scout kicked some slush up from the grass with her boot boredly. It was going to be a long night if this was going to be the temperature all evening. She barely left her house and she was already freezing her a** off! Shrugging slightly, she figured the easy way to fix the problem was to work up some sort of sweat. One second, the Senshi of Rainbows was walking through the park, cutting through towards the downtown area, the next, she was jogging down the pathway towards the same goal.

Who the hell would be out at this time of night? Who the hell would be calling her sweet heart of all things?!

Her expression already sharpened into a rather annoyed one as she paused in step and turned towards the annoyance. "Don't ever call me sweet heart, ya got that?!" Of course, when she saw who it was, she couldn't help but snort out, causing a small puff of fog to escape her nostrils. It was almost as if she was a dragon, except she lacked the fire in her belly.

"Oh, it's you, Sailor Idiot," she said in a rather flat tone, as if that was the explanation as to the retarded pet name. Her eyes easily caught upon the nuisances she had just discarded (after all, the cloth was ridiculously sparkly and shimmery) and she shook her head. "Didn't forget them. Got rid of 'em for th'evenin'. They're nothin' more than inconveniences."

That was about all the respect he was going to get from this tomboy of a Sailor Scout, for soon enough, she turned back around and resumed her jogging pace. Last thing she needed was an evening dealing with a pervert. A pervert who was hitting on the wrong girl.

He was not even worth turning around to address. He could hear her perfectly fine as she spoke towards where she was jogging. It wasn't like she spoke all timid and shy like a mouse.

"Look, I ain't one fer usually hittin' below th'belt, douchebag. However, if y'value yer d**k'n'nuts, I'd suggest y'don't piss me off with yer stupid lil' names." Castrating Castor was a wonderfully novel idea. Too bad he was obviously past puberty, or he might have been able to pull off a castrato singing voice. Mentally, she was snickering at his expense, but outwardly, she was just trying to ignore him.

Unfortunately, her attempts to ignore him went out the window within maybe 10 seconds of his idiotic drivel. As Ellie, she hung out with guys, and she understood them much better than girls. Any sexual innuendo was not about to fly over her head. "If y'wanna take it home t'jerk off with, fine. I don't give a rat's a**! I doubt it's gonna stay 'round forever though. Everytime I transform, th'damned things return. It's damned impractical is what it is!" Her voice paused to take a few needed breaths, since she wasn't exactly standing around doing nothing. Her body needed oxygen to continue jogging towards the downtown area.

When her voice resumed speaking, she addressed the issue again, very directly. "Look, Sailor a*****e! Don't give a rat's a** if y'jerk off t'me. I already know a couple guys who do that. However, yer never gettin' the real deal. Stop treatin' me like some high school girl y'wanna f*ck and treat me like a person!"

Her body was no longer as cold thanks to that initial pace she had started with. Yet, strictly out of a need to get out some of that aggression, she began to pick up pace with her jogging. Living near the park meant she knew every pathway like it was the back of her hand. Even the hidden ones at night. Soon enough, she was no longer running on the sidewalk, but instead in the slush-adorned mud.

And somehow, after all of this, she had managed to ignore his comments about how great being a "Super" was.

He had a real knack for saying the right things to piss her off. In all honesty, she had hoped he was going to just take care of his "manly" needs and leave her alone. However, that was obviously a long shot at best. Castor could talk about how other girls were prettier, kinder, and whatever-er all he wanted without Sailor Iris caring. If a girl was willing to put out, she wasn't about to c**k block him.

Yet one single comment pushed past that line of "okay" to "DANGER!" Rather quickly, she turned around and stopped in place without warning. Her expression was dead serious. The kind of dead serious where she'd make you dead if she had the choice. Based off how quickly she had stopped, her legs naturally braced themselves for any possible impact.

"Never's too good fer a jackass like yerself!" She crossed her arms and pretty much just glared at him, her golden eyes almost seeming to intensely burn within their sockets. Her tone was flat as she pointed out her stance on the situation. "I'm straight." The blonde didn't need to explain to him that her stances on dating, intimacy, sex, and love were very different from that of most people, especially to this idiot.

The girl then nearly hissed out the next words: "If you ever accuse me of otherwise, I will make you wish you had never met me!"

Again, the furthest thing from her mind was a confession of her rank in the Sailor Senshi army, so once more, Sailor Castor's curiosity would have to wait.

She easily noted the stance he took up. He wanted a fight. There were a lot of things he wanted apparently.

And in all honesty, she wasn't going to give him what he wanted.

"Why th'hell should I have t'prove anythin' to a complete stranger? A stranger who has never heard of the sayin' 'Play to yer audience.'" She shook her head, then once again turned around and began to take up that jogging pace again. They were actually quite close to the edge of the down town area.

"Unlike you, who is apparently in this fer the show-boatin'... I'd rather be doin' somethin' productive." It had been obvious that Castor was all about showing off. Her plan was simple, and she was even gracious enough to point out what the plans consisted of. "Gonna find a Youma, eliminate it, then go back home t'study fer my motorcycle license test."

There was a slight pause before she added on "If I was goin' t'get it on with anybody, I'd probably get it on with one of my homeboys before even considerin' ya, Sailor Idiot." Jared would have been happy to know that, but the inward Ellie shuddered at the thought. Zuniga was the closest candidate for such a task, but even he didn't quite fit the bill of the "best friend" in her mind.

There were some things you didn't do to Sailor Iris. One of those things was anything dealing with touching her rear end in any way, shape or form. So the moment she felt that slight sting on one of the a** cheeks being slapped, that one nerve of restraint in her snapped.

So what if this was another Sailor Scout?! He was asking for a smack down at this point. Her left fist tightened up with a faint light shining from between her clenched fingers. She could have been a real a*****e and cut him up real good, but she still thought better of it. Yet, she wasn't going to ease up on this guy. A rainbow fluttered out from between her fingers. It wasn't the dullest of rainbows she had summoned, but it also wasn't as intensely lit up as a slicer. Medium strength rainbows for an average douche bag sounded like a fair way to go.

Having settled on her own miniature battle plan, she flung the rainbow towards Castor gracelessly. His only warning would be her call of "Iris Rainbow Ribbon," as she sent it flying towards him, aiming to grab what it could. She really wanted to grab him by the neck and yank him back so she could punch him in either the spine (more likely) or the face (this would be more satisfying). If she was lucky, maybe she could burn a line across his neck too, like she had with Tanzanite. However, it was her left hand doing the throwing, so any sort of grab would do well.

"DOUCHEBAG!" she shouted at him as he fell to the ground. "DOUCHEBAG!! A JOKE STARTS WITH F*CKIN' 'KNOCK KNOCK, WHO'S THERE!'" She yanked her makeshift lasso, as if to emphasize her point. He screamed in pain, and if she had pity for him, she would have stopped of her own free will.

He was too much of a jackass to get her pity.

However, instead, Sailor Castor returned the girl's generosity with his own attack. Her warning only came in the sound of his voice, but even with that whole 2 seconds advantage, it did not do her any good. She really hadn't seen it coming, because her life never went in slow motion. However, she soon felt as if she was getting shot at with ice. Stinging Storm was definitely an accurate description for the attack. The first couple hits she felt did not seem to jolt her, but in the middle of his attack, the rainbow latched about the other scout's ankle flickered out, releasing Castor's ankle.

Sailor Iris was a stubborn one. This attack hurt like a b*tch, and probably was going to leave a bunch of enormous welts on her the next day, however she did her best to hold in any signs of weakness. There would be no screams of pain. A few grunts would escape her, but that was just human nature. She refused to topple down to the ground or even cringe down to her knees.

Only when his attack had finished did she dare to say with a smile "Not too bad, a*****e!" She rubbed her forehead with one of her white gloves and as her yellow eyes fell upon the glove, she found some red decorating the spot she had swept over her face. Great... I'm bleeding too...

Unknown to the two Sailor Scouts, they had managed to catch the attention of something nearby. It was a something that recognized the fact that the senshi would supply some wonderful starseeds. Probably the most sinfully delicious starseeds it had ever had pleasure of eating. These senshi were not too smart, lighting up the park in the middle of the night with their colorful conversations and attacks.

Sailor Iris grinned.

She could care less about the words he was hollering out about her and her lacking sense of gratitude. No, this was the first time he had treated her as something more equal. Something he wasn't trying to hit on. This was more along the lines of what she'd prefer. Her tone wasn't angry, but it seemed to have a rather competitive tone to it as she pointed out "I ain't a damsel in distress, damn it! So stop treatin' me like one!"

The boy rushed at her, and her body tensed up to prepare for its own counter attack. There was no surprise to his tactics. He rushed forward and blatantly seemed to be aiming for her gut (the swing was too low to be a face shot). The senshi of Rainbows kept her muscles tense to possibly soften the blow, but she wasn't going down without a fight. She was just about to grab onto his arm in an attempt to possibly throw him when a sound came from behind.

"URAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGG!"

Some Sailor Scouts might have grown a bit concerned, but somehow that grin on Sailor Iris' lips remained steadfast.

"About damned time!"

The Youma was literally right behind the girl of the pair. Sailor Castor could see it, but Sailor Iris could not. It honestly looked as if someone had brought a gargoyle beast to life. And now this gargoyle was about to attack the yellow-suited scout, because, let's face it, the yellow suit was easier to see!