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A Dark World
An SI/Mega X-over
By Tomas Megerson

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Chapter 1

Author's notes: Ok, the series this story is currently using are
Sailor Moon and Bubble Gum Crisis 2040. I know some people will
be thinking 'Why BGC 2040?' Well the answer is the hard suits. For
those who have seen the series they know what's so special about them.
To those who haven't seen the series, you'll find out later in the fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own any series used in this. Please don't sue me.

There was no one around to see the strange cloud formation that
appeared about 10 feet off of the ground. Being that it was close to
three in the morning that was no surprise. After a few moments a figure
fell out of the cloud and promptly fell down. The young man blinked his
eyes as he looked around. "This doesn't look like school." (Wait a
minute, did I think school? Do I go to school? I thought I dropped out
years ago and became an assassin. Wait, that doesn't sound right. I
was an assassin and then dropped out of school? Damn it that's wrong
too. What the hell was I doing?!!) Standing up, the young man looked
around. "Hmm, nice neighborhood. Wonder when they'll tear it down?"

That was a rather valid question. The majority of the buildings
seemed to be condemned, and most likely scheduled for demolition. There
were holes in the buildings, windows boarded up, and siding falling off.
It was what was left of a family area. Shrugging his shoulders, the
young man took only one step before he stopped. "What was my name
again? Oh yeah, Tomas. But what about my last name? Oh well, its not
all that important I guess." Tomas, not having anything better to do,
started to walk down the street in a directionless wander. (Heh, I'm
pulling a Ryoga. Ryoga? Oh yeah, anime, Ranma ½, I remember now.
Ranma was one hell of an assassin with me during the Silver Millennium.
And that Flaming Hiryu Shoten Ha we created to kill Happosai was
incredible. Wait a minute, what am I thinking? I thought Ranma was an
anime, but I can clearly recall being with him.) "Hello, Earth to
Brain, Earth to Brain, anyone there?" After a few moments of silence
the young man shrugged his shoulders. "Nope guess not. Oh well, guess
I'll just have to wing it. What am I saying? I can't just wing it!
I'm missing my entire past here! Hmm... now that I think about it, I'm
really not missing my entire past, I just got too many pasts to keep
straight. Now what am I gonna do about that? And when am I going to
stop talking to myself? This is getting really annoying. And for that
matter, where the hell am I?"

With a lack of answers to any of his questions Tomas had to stop
and think about what was going on. "Hmm...well what do fanfics tell me
to do in a situation like this. After all parts of me at least are
fanfic characters. I think they are anyway. It seems a logical thing.
Hmm...well according to Ranma ½ the proper way to deal with this
situation is....WHERE THE HELL AM I NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!"
Tomas was actually surprised when he got a response. It wasn't supposed
to work that way. He was supposed to stand there and curse someone.
Instead he got picked up and slammed into a house, which immediately
collapsed on him. Tomas didn't move for the next few minutes. Outside he
could here explosions and monster growl type things. He tried to come up
with a way to deal with the fact that a house just fell on him and it
didn't hurt. Much.

"Well, okay, it hurts...a lot. But I'll survive. I hope. Hmm...I think I
better get out from under this." Stopping with the talk, Tomas pushed
and shove until he had finally dug himself out of the pile of rubble.
What he saw was...bazaar to say the least. There were ugly looking
robots fighting equally ugly looking monsters, fighting some rather cute
girls in short dresses, fighting some people that seemed to be from the
middle ages, fighting some definitely female looking robots.

"Wow...cool! This is...really, really warped! I've never seen anything
like this before. It's like...a multi-verse or something. Hmm...wonder
what anime universes they're from? Lets see...?"

Tomas didn't really have time to figure out who was fighting who and on
what side as a pair of the monsters turned and charged toward him. He
stepped aside right as the got to him without thinking and watched them
crash into the pile of rubble that he just climbed out of. "You know,
that wasn't very nice. Do I look like I'm involved in this battle? To
me, this is like a football game. You go and fight them, leave me alone.
Wish I had some chips or something." Tomas then turned back to the giant
melee.

In retrospect, he would realize that this was a bad move. But since this
wasn't retrospect, it seemed like a good idea at the time. He got to
watch a whole 5 seconds of the fight before he was grabbed from behind
and thrown straight into the middle of it all. He might have even sworn
at the event, except he crashed straight into the back of one of the
robots and dropped like a lead weight.

"Ite....that....hurts...a lot..."

Being pretty upset at having been thrown into a robot after stating that
he didn't want to be involved did nothing for Tomas' temper. Grabbing
the robot by the ankles he yanked up, hard. The ugly machine crashed to
the ground as Tomas summoned his sword and cut its head off.

"What the...? Where the hell I get this sword? And why in the world is
it gold? Gold is one of the softest metals out there. What kind of idiot
would make a sword made of gold?"

In retrospect once again, stopping to question where he got a weapon
from would be added to Tomas' list of things not to do in the middle of
a battle. He got punched in the back by something and flew forward into
the back of yet another robot. About the only good thing was that he had
had his sword held in front of him, so when he hit the robot, it was
impaled.

*

From the edge of the battle, Nene watched as the stranger was
thrown into another Boomer. She had no idea where he had come from, or
why exactly he was fighting with a sword, or even why he hadn't been
killed yet. She maneuvered herself out of the battle and turned her
scanners on him. What she got surprised her. He was human, totally and
without a doubt. Some sort of strange energy also surrounded him. The
energy at first appeared to be the same thing that those impossibly fast
black creatures were made of. Then it shifted and was more like those
idiotic girls were using. And then it had the gall to go back to the
energy that it had started as.

Nene stopped in surprise as the stranger moved again. Actually
he just fell on his back, with the boomer falling on top of him. She
winced as she thought of how much it must have hurt.

*

Sailor Mercury was forced to stop and blink as the boomer that
had fallen on the new person rolled over and the man sat up. This
shocked her since personal experience had told her how heavy the boomers
were. She trained her Visor to get a power signature from him.

When her Visor came up with power in the negatives she almost
fainted. This new person should by all rights be dead. He had no life
energy in him. Even youma and daimons had life energy. It was like the
stranger was simply a void.

Seeing Sailor Moon currently off to the side, she moved over to
talk to the fearful leader. There was a very good chance that a new
enemy had just showed up, and Mercury was afraid that one more enemy
would be enough to kill them all.

*

Lemnear ducked and slashed at yet another of the demons. Her
sword bit through it as though it was a hot knife through butter.
Spinning she barely avoided a plasma blast that a boomer spit out.

"SHIT!!! THAT HURTS!!!!"

Lemnear spun to the pain filled cry. Her eyes widened slightly as a
figure got up from the ground, a huge hole burned in the back of his
shirt. The gold sword in his hand came up to a guard position and his
fire filled eyes seemed to burn through her. She took an involuntary
step back as the tip of the blade was suddenly pointed at her throat.

And then his head turned when his eyes caught movement at the edge of
his field of vision.

*

Tomas's head turned when something caught his vision. Boy did
he want to make that robot pay...but this...it was something etched in
his memory, something to be terrified of. As he watched the girl move,
the memory unfogged. And then the panic swept in.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And then he ran away.

Running away wasn't something Tomas liked to do. He was always
one to face his problems head on, even if it meant getting hurt. Of
course, he was also one to be as sneaky as possible to stay out of that
trouble. But there were times that didn't work.

When confronting the uncute tomboy of Akane Tendo, running away
was the only option. The farther he was from her, the better for his
health. Now he just had to keep it that way. Everything was going so
well until she showed up. Sure he was being thrown, slammed into robots
and blasted by weird energy blasts, but at least it was fun. Suffering
he wrath of a flat-chested Tomboy...as Vash would say, "Scary!"

Eventually Tomas slowed his panic run into an easy lope. He was
far enough, at least in his mind, away from the Tomboy that he didn't
need the panic. His eyes swept over the city as he ran. The buildings
kept getting nicer then where he had started. There were a lot of
skyscrapers in the background with lower buildings around him. The area
he was in now kind of reminded him of Juuban. Of course, that thought
caused him to stop and try to figure out whether or not it WAS him who
remembered Juuban. In the end he decided it was him who remembered, and
continued on his way.

*

Usagi Tsukino sat against a tree in the park. With her were her
fellow Senshi. All of the Sailor Senshi were exhausted from the
previous night's battle. It'd been along time since they had run into
all of their enemies at the same time. And now there was a chance that
they might have another one. If it wasn't for the fact that he ran
screaming off they might be worried. As it was they were simply being
cautious. Well, all except Usagi. She was sleeping.

Rei snorted at her leader as she leaned back on her elbows. The
girl couldn't take anything serious. She had tried to do a fire reading
on the new person the night before, but all she got were images of three
people, none of which looked anything like the person she had seen. Rei
just couldn't figure it out, and it was driving her mad. She hadn't
been able to get any useful information out of the Sacred Fire since the
old temple had be destroyed by rampaging boomers. The new temple just
wasn't the same.

Ami was playing around with her computer. She was going over
the readings that she had gotten from the man the night before. It
still baffled her at how he could have a negative power reading. After
studying a bit more, she came to the conclusion that he had somehow
managed to hide his power. She didn't know how, but that was the only
thing she could think of. It was so frustrating not knowing the
answers.

Minako and Makoto were sitting together gazing out into the
park. With it being spring the cherry blossoms were in bloom and the
colors were breath taking. They were occasionally pointing out a cute
guy, but all of them were taken. There conversation, however, was more
focused on what to do if they ever ran into all their enemies at the
same time again. They had taken quiet a pounding the night before, and
even though their Senshi powers had healed them, they still felt sore.

The two moon cats, Luna and Artemis, were busy trying to get
Usagi to wake up. After all, it was hard to hold a meeting when your
leader was sleeping and mumbling about all the good food she wanted to
eat. As Usagi cried out for ice cream, the other's sweat dropped.

*

Tomas whistled as he walked down the street. He had found a
nice run down temple the night before and managed to get a solid night's
sleep. The place had looked like a demilitarized zone, but it insured
that he wasn't disturbed. Now, as he walked through the city in the
daylight, he tried to come up with a way to get money. He didn't find a
wallet on himself, and he couldn't recall having a bank account here,
which meant for all intents and purposes, he was broke.

[Something needs to be said about Tomas. He likes money. Of
course, that's only because you can't buy anything without money. No
money means no anime. No anime is a bad thing in his opinion. And now
out of this pointless ramble.]

Tomas walked down the street casually looking into shop windows.
It was rare for him to see anything that he actually wanted, but there
were a few items. As he reached a corner, he stopped and looked around.
The streets weren't very crowed today, with most people staying indoors
after the big battle the night before. He gazed up and down the street
before his eyes caught something...an ATM. Something seemed to click in
his mind.

He walked up to the ATM and frowned. He then reached into one
of his pockets and pulled out a small black device. "Now where have I
seen this before? Oh well, no matter." He placed the device against
the ATM and pressed the big button labeled HACK. About 15 seconds later
it beep and an account popped up on the ATM's screen. Tomas quickly
took a good 20,000 yen from the account and closed out. He watched the
nice little black device turn off and he pocketed it. Now at least he
had a source of income.

With his newfound wealth, Tomas once again began to wander the
city. He had a place to live that he wasn't paying for and money. He
really didn't need anything else. At least, he didn't need anything
right now. With a shrug he decided to head for a park he past earlier.
It would be a good place to think.

As he was wandering the city trying to find his way to the park,
his eyes caught sight of something rather important...a bank. He had
this money, but he didn't have anywhere to save it. And he sure didn't
want to continue living in the run down shrine. Then a thought occurred
to him. He had no identification. No I.D. meant he couldn't open an
account. With a sigh, he turned away from the bank and continued on his
way.

As he walked down the street generally ignoring everything, he
began to form a plan on what to do with his new home. Since it appeared
that no one cared he was there (at least not one night) he figured he
could rebuild it or something. All he needed to do was hack into enough
accounts to get the money to afford it. Of course, people would
probably object to that, but it didn't really bother him.

*

Being a thief turned out to be a much better living than Tomas
had anticipated. Whoever he had gotten that neat little black device
from sure missed out on a good way to make a living. Stuffed into his
pockets now was a cool 250,000 yen. Not to bad for 6 hours of work.
All he had done all day was travel to various ATMs and hack into them
for money. Some of the accounts had very little in them, so he left
them alone. No reason to take money from those who could ill afford to
loose it. Other accounts though had more money than he could have
gotten from the machines. Those he took a nice amount out of.

Currently, though, he was walking through the local mall. He
was surprised at how crowded it was, not to mention how many shops it
had. It seemed like everyone wanted to shop these days. With the chaos
that ran through the city at night it was pretty surprising to see it
all. Most of the people around, he noticed, were teens, most likely
trying to forget about their classes or hunting for boys/girls depending
on their gender.

Tomas sighed as he recalled the times he went to the mall to
relax. Not that that was very often. He'd had a couple of friends
who'd worked in one for a while and he went mostly to chat with them.

Right now though he was in the middle of some serious shopping.
He shrugged the shoulder straps of his new book bag again, shifting the
weight. Inside the bag was a metal box, which he could store his hard
earned money in, as well as a few new changes of clothes. In the bags
in his hands was camping gear. A tent some pots and pans, lighter fluid
and the like. There were little things that he'd need to survive while
he got his new home repaired as well.

With a smile at a day finished well, Tomas headed out of the
mall. Quietly his stomach rumbled informing him it was time for a meal.
Given how much money he had on himself at the moment, he figured he
could afford to eat out.

*

"So anyway, Leon was staring over my shoulder looking at a
screen full of static. I told him that all the transmissions at the
battle had been scrambled. After he left I simply refocused the
picture." Nene gave her friend and fellow Knight Saber a grin.

Lina gave a small laugh and took another sip from her drink.
"Has he always been this interested in the Knight Sabers? If he decides
to go to someone else to try and get his information we could really be
in trouble."

Nene gave another grin and went back to eating the slice of
chocolate cake in front of her. The two were in a small coffee shop
snacking and gossiping. After such a strenuous fight as the one the
night before it was good to relax a bit. The cake helped that out too.
If there was one thing that made the day better it was chocolate. After
swallowing another bite, "Leon will always come to me. What he's asking
for is stuff I shouldn't give him. He could get in trouble for it. I'm
the only..." Nene's eyes were tracking something that was behind Lina.
Or rather someone. "Lina, that guy in the corner of the room. He's the
one who was in the fight yesterday."

Linna blinked and turned in her chair, her brown hair flowing around her
head as she tried to catch a glimpse of the young man who had just
walked in. She followed him for a few moments as he sat himself down at
the counter and waited to be served. Seeing him not doing anything
more, she turned back to Nene. "Are you sure that's him? I didn't get
a good look at him."

Nene gave Linna a small serious nod. "Of course I'm sure! You think I
would forget something important like that. It was definitely him." A
worried frown came to her face. "What do you think we should do?"

"Hmm...well...Sylia said she couldn't find any information about him.
Why don't we follow him? We might at least know where he lives that
way."

Nene's mind turned it over a few times as her she occasionally glanced
at the man.

*

Tomas sighed as he waited for his bowl of rice to arrive. The
biggest problem he had run into so far was a limited knowledge of
Japanese. Sure he'd taken three and a half years of the language while
in high school, but that didn't make him an expert. The funny thing was
that he could write and read the language better than he could speak it.
He didn't want to walk around with a pen and paper all the time so he
could get his meaning across.

It was hard knowing the language but unable to keep up with
those who spoke it. The fact that he had to mentally translate it all
didn't help one bit. It made him seem almost stupid. Someone had even
said that on the street. Tomas had decked him.

"Arigato," came from him when a large bowl of rice was placed in
front of him. It wasn't much, but it was good enough for him. He'd
stopped trying to figure out his life before he'd arrived in Japan.
Sorting it all out gave him a massive headache, and that wasn't
something he needed. Instead, he simply attacked his rice.

The meal didn't last him long, perhaps ten minutes. He was good
enough with chopsticks, but no speed eater. The rice was good, better
than the instant stuff he thought he was use to. With that finished, he
went and paid for the meal before leaving for what he had now termed
home, never noticing he two young women following him.

*

2 Weeks later

Tomas sat against a tree watching the construction crews at work
on his new home. After some consideration he had decided to have the
shrine simply rebuilt rather then torn down and a house or something
placed there. Better to hide it from the government, he had hoped. A
week of theft had brought in for him plenty of cash, enough that he had
managed to get a fake idea that had some real background to it. One of
the local Yakuza factions specialized in the stuff. It had been good
enough for him to hire the construction crew at least.

His eyes drifted to the metal box that used to be where he
stored his money. He now had a real checking account that he was able
to use, thanks again to being able to buy Yakuza influence. Of course
they also hit him for 'protection' but he made a note of some of the
names. He'd get the money back.

Now he was busy trying to figure out what to do with his life.
He had a vague idea that he had family somewhere, but he couldn't recall
who. He didn't have any friends yet that he could hang out with, and
while he could go out and get a job perhaps, it was far more profitable
to be a thief, as long as he was smart about it.

There'd been a report in a newspaper a few days ago about his
thefts. Of course the paper didn't know he was the one responsible, but
that didn't stop Tomas from deciding to become more cautious. He had
more than enough money to live on for a few months at least, and it
would be best if the thief just went away. That left him with a lot of
spare time.

After two days of doing nothing but watching the construction
take place, Tomas was bored. He was very bored in fact. The only
problem was that for the life of him, he couldn't think of anything to
do. He'd read in the paper about some more of those monster attacks and
robot things, which was interesting, and made Tomas decide to stay home
at night. Getting into fights with things he didn't understand didn't
seem like a good idea. Though it would be fun to watch again sometime.

Mostly though, he read books. There had been a bookstore not
too far from where he now lived, and he had raided its fantasy section.
Stuffed into a box in his tent were over a dozen books by the various
authors he enjoyed. Sure he had read most of the books three or four
times already, but that didn't stop him from reading them again. He had
already made plans that sometime in the next week or two he'd go back
and see if they carried any Star Wars books. There were enough of those
that Tomas was sure he could spend a week or two reading them.

The tired yawn that came to his lips wasn't restricted at all.
This was getting to be far to boring for his tastes. All this sitting
and reading was starting to get to him. "My god..." he whispered, "it
feels like I'm in high school again." Was his life really getting into
such a horrid rut? It seemed like it. "Man...I need to get out and do
something. I wonder if I can find a B-ball game or something to join.
Hmmm..."

Despite these thoughts of active fun, Tomas remained where he
was, simply watching the construction. "Man, I wish they could hurry up
or something. At least if this place was finished I could get a
computer and a TV and relax that way." Getting the chance to surf the
net was one of the major things he missed. Tomas knew that he spent
most of his nights on the net talking to friends, and now here he was,
all alone.

It was a sardonic smirk that came to his lips at that thought.
Alone, just like normal. Since he was eight, Tomas had been an outcast,
refusing to bend or break to be like those around him. The name-
calling, the insults, the slights, the fights, all of that had hurt, but
it hadn't broken him. And that fact made him far more proud of himself
then anything else he had done. And so again he was alone, and it
didn't hurt at all. It felt...natural. And it made him strong. Not
strong against all the supernatural and technological nightmares running
around the city, but strong against any emotional pain that could attack
him. His real armor, the armor around his heart was as strong as ever.

And that...that was disgusting. He didn't want to be alone,
guarding his feelings every waking and sleeping second. He sure the
hell didn't want to protect himself from them. That would eat him up
eventually, hell it might have already eaten him up. It was kind of
hard to figure out. Maybe at night, with nothing going on, then maybe
he would be able to figure it out. It seemed as likely a course as
anything.

"Damnit, I can't take this anymore!" Tomas knew he was
practically snarling now. This life was too boring, too inactive for
him to last much longer. He needed something to do; something with some
sort of action. A determination grew within him. He needed something
fun to do, and if there was a god in heaven, he was going to find that
fun!

A course set in his mind Tomas stood up and walked with a
purposeful gate toward the long set of stars leading down the hill.
Maybe he'd find a pick-up game of basketball. Maybe he'd find an
arcade. This was Japan, they had to have one somewhere. Hell, maybe
he'd just find a gang and get the crap beaten out of him. But at least
he wouldn't be bored.

Before he even reached the steps, however, something fun reached
him. Stepping to the top of the steps a young woman let her gaze take
everything in. Tomas did what any healthy male would do and took in her
looks. The long black hair was quite pretty, and her eyes held a
questioning shine to them that was appealing. Her face was definitely
easy on the eyes, and she had a figure that would gain her at least a
second glance.

Had Tomas been working with his old high school personality,
looking the woman over would have been all he'd done before moving on.
That Tomas had always been too shy to ask any beautiful girl out and he
always managed to keep his attraction hidden under a protective barrier.
However, the short time out of high school had seriously loosened him
up, and given him a lot more confidence in himself.

And so Tomas didn't walk away, wondering what could have been
like so often before. "Hey there beautiful. How are you this fine
day?" The girl looked at him for a moment and blinked. "Ah, damn."
Tomas had finally come to realize that he was speaking in English, and
that he had been most of the day. He made a note to go out and buy
something to help him with the language problem later and switched to
Japanese.

"Good Afternoon. How are you today?" Mentally Tomas swore again.
Almost all of the Japanese he knew was formal. Being overly formal was
no way to flirt with a girl. If he ever got home, and remembered who
taught him, Tomas was going to have a lot of words about this problem
with his teacher.

"Umm...good afternoon. I'm...uh...fine I guess." The girl looked
around the temple grounds in a bit of wonder. "What's going on here?"

Tomas ignored her frown as he began to work out the sentence structure
in his mind. This was even worse then when he had gone to the
government officials to buy the chunk of land. They at least spoke
English passingly well. "Government said land for sale. I bought the
land. I am rebuilding the temple that was here."

The girl before him frowned and seemed to take what he said in. Tomas
simply waited quietly for the girl to respond. Finally, after what
Tomas thought was a good half-hour but was no more then a couple of
minutes, she did. "Why are you rebuilding the shrine?"

Tomas simply shrugged. "It seemed like the right thing to do. Besides,
the government does not tax religious places." Tomas smirked at that.
In Tomas' opinion, if he didn't have to pay property tax, so much the
better.

The girl before him seemed to take that in again before speaking. "What
will you do then?"

"Move in. Maybe find the priest who used to work here and ask him to
come back." Tomas hadn't planned that far ahead yet, but it seemed like
a good idea.

"My grandfather is dead." The girl's voice was haunted as she spoke,
and her eyes held a lot of pain in them.

Tomas winced as he looked at her. That was not something he had
expected to here. He had thought that perhaps the priest had moved out
or something. He had never thought to hear that the man was dead. "I'm
sorry. I did not know. Is there anything I can do."

The girl's eyes held a distant look to them for awhile as she seemed to
consider what to say. Tomas could almost see the war going on in her
eyes. Finally, the indecision seemed to leave her. "I want to work
here again, to honor my grandfather."

Tomas nodded his head with a solemn air. "Of course. That seems
fitting. I am Tomas Shinkyou." At the look she gave him, Tomas
shrugged, repeating the information he had placed in the ID he had
bought. "My grandfather is Japanese."

"I see." The girl seemed to steel herself before she continued.
"I am Rei Hino. Pleased to meet you."


Author's notes: So, I finally finished chapter one. Good for me. Now
I got no clue where the hell this is going. ^^; If anyone wants to
make a suggestion or two on where I could take it, email me, please.