Zirconia Gone Wild! (Sailor Moon, Zirconia/Andrew)
Title: Zirconia Gone Wild!
Rating: PG
Genre: Vignette
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing/Characters: Zirconia/Andrew
Summary: Zirconia was just another regular guy out on the town.
Disclaimer: SM © Naoko Takeuchi. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: none
Notes: Written for the rare pairings challenge over at sailormoonland. Cracky and should not be taken seriously. (And hey - the good guys aren't the only ones who should have any fun!)
Word count: 301
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What no one knew about Queen Nehelenia’s servant, Zirconia - and for good reason - was he liked to party. A lot.
Really, a lot. Hey, just because he was evil and talked to a floating eyeball did not mean he didn’t know how to enjoy himself. (Why do you think he was always cranky and yelling at Fisheye, Hawk’s eye, and Tiger’s eye? He had to supervise them all instead going off on his own and mingling among the humans - which was his most favorite thing. At the rate the Trio were going, they were NEVER going to find Pegasus and Zirconia would have to spend another eternity among idiots.)
While the Amazon Trio were off failing to get a hold of Pegasus again, Zirconia would creep down to the earth disguised as a young and beautiful male with wavy brown hair and deep chocolate eyes, wandering the streets of Tokyo and going to the nightclubs.
The life of these mere mortals didn’t really interest him in the whole, but on occasion, he found himself lured in by their inventions and fun outlets.
It so happened that on this particular Saturday night he happened to bump into a gorgeous, blond-haired, hazel-eyed young man who seemed to be in his vicinity on the dance floor. He was very attractive and caught Zirconia’s eye from the moment Zirconia walked into the club and onto the dance floor.
“Hi, I’m Andrew,” the young blond introduced himself when the song ended and they were caught standing shoulder to shoulder.
“Hello,” Zirconia tried on his best seductive, French voice, “I’m Pierre.”
“Hello, Pierre,” Andrew said, shaking Zirconia’s hand.
The night was looking like it’d be a good one, if that certain sparkle in Andrew’s eyes was any indication.
Oh yeah, Zirconia was so going to score tonight!
Rating: PG
Genre: Vignette
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing/Characters: Zirconia/Andrew
Summary: Zirconia was just another regular guy out on the town.
Disclaimer: SM © Naoko Takeuchi. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: none
Notes: Written for the rare pairings challenge over at sailormoonland. Cracky and should not be taken seriously. (And hey - the good guys aren't the only ones who should have any fun!)
Word count: 301
~*~
What no one knew about Queen Nehelenia’s servant, Zirconia - and for good reason - was he liked to party. A lot.
Really, a lot. Hey, just because he was evil and talked to a floating eyeball did not mean he didn’t know how to enjoy himself. (Why do you think he was always cranky and yelling at Fisheye, Hawk’s eye, and Tiger’s eye? He had to supervise them all instead going off on his own and mingling among the humans - which was his most favorite thing. At the rate the Trio were going, they were NEVER going to find Pegasus and Zirconia would have to spend another eternity among idiots.)
While the Amazon Trio were off failing to get a hold of Pegasus again, Zirconia would creep down to the earth disguised as a young and beautiful male with wavy brown hair and deep chocolate eyes, wandering the streets of Tokyo and going to the nightclubs.
The life of these mere mortals didn’t really interest him in the whole, but on occasion, he found himself lured in by their inventions and fun outlets.
It so happened that on this particular Saturday night he happened to bump into a gorgeous, blond-haired, hazel-eyed young man who seemed to be in his vicinity on the dance floor. He was very attractive and caught Zirconia’s eye from the moment Zirconia walked into the club and onto the dance floor.
“Hi, I’m Andrew,” the young blond introduced himself when the song ended and they were caught standing shoulder to shoulder.
“Hello,” Zirconia tried on his best seductive, French voice, “I’m Pierre.”
“Hello, Pierre,” Andrew said, shaking Zirconia’s hand.
The night was looking like it’d be a good one, if that certain sparkle in Andrew’s eyes was any indication.
Oh yeah, Zirconia was so going to score tonight!