A few days had gone by, and Kim Taehyung mostly forgot about the Nagaverse dog and the guy in the green sweatshirt.

At the moment, he was too preoccupied with trying not to die in gym class.

"STRIKE ONE!"

Taehyung's face fell into an exasperated frown. He gripped the handle of the baseball bat in his hands a little tighter and wiggled his butt emphatically while leaning over the home plate mound.

His eyes scanned the horizon of the open courtyard framed in a U-shape by their two-story high school. Everyone had shed the black-and-white blazers and slacks of their school uniforms for shorts and t-shirts.

Jimin was on second base. The sassy blonde kept sticking out his tongue and wiggling his hands around his ears, taunting the poor girl who was playing shortstop and looked like she might faint if he ran too close to her.

Tae saw that Joon was nervously standing straight as a beanpole on third base, as if even stepping one inch of a single foot off of the base would draw the murderous attention of the opposing team's pitcher.

Who just happened to be Kim Seokjin.

Jin smirked and started twisting the baseball into the pit of his glove, eyes narrowing towards his target: Taehyung.

Jimin's voice shouted and reached him: "Move a little to the left, Tae!"

Tae shifted his feet.

"You're other left!"

...But it was too late.

Jin reared back.

The ball soared.

OOF!

A few seconds later, and Kim Taehyung was lying flat on his back and squinting out of his watery eyes. His head was pounding.

What's everyone looking at?

The entire second year class of Yonmoon High School boys and girls seemed to be standing over him, on the verge of a collective gasp.

"He's awake!" one girl shouted.

"He's alive!" another girl echoed.

"He's a terrible baseball player," Namjoon's voice grumbled somewhere near his face.

Tae shifted to see that the thoughtful, blue haired boy was stretching his hand around Tae's left arm, while Jimin was yanking on his right. The two helped Tae to his clumsy feet.

Through the crowd, Tae's eyes locked with Kim Seokjin, who was standing outside of the crownded circle with his gloved hand propped onto his side-cocked hip, while he snapped a wad of gum loudly. Disinterestedly.

"Yah get a walk, Tae Tae," Seokjin barked. "Move it."

"Give him a minute, Jin," Namjoon growled.

Jin sassed, "Class ends in ten. I ain't got all day."

Namjoon and Seokjin became locked in a glaring match for the ages. All the other students took a step back, wondering if fire was about to shoot from their eyes, that they might telepathically burn each other to ash.

Jimin leaned a little closer into Tae's arm and whispered quietly, "Why do they have to be so scary? It's embarrassing."

Tae mumbled, "Maybe it's because they both like ea—"

Namjoon shouted icily, "CAN IT, YOU TWO."

Jimin and Taehyung's eyes were saucers, their mouths tiny specks if terror. For Kim Seokjin to be so snappy was normal enough... but NAMJOON?!

The end must be nigh.

Kim Seokjin's eyes gleamed in dark delight as he continued to snap his gum loudly.

Then, all of a sudden, Kim Taehyung's attention shifted. He felt a trembling beneath his skin—and it wasn't from the cold.

He looked up. While the sky was a happy blue, with barely a wisp of cotton clouds in it, he could have sworn he heard the clear, heavy rumble of storm clouds raging overhead.

Three men. Green... white... and black.

He wondered just what it could all mean.

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The sass continues.

I know, it's been pretty tame so far, but I promise a little more Sailor Moon-y action in proper form is on the way soon. ^^