Seeking Salvation

Chapter 2

I do not own Sailor Moon

Author's note: As with all my fic's I do a little research for my scenes in Japan. So the area's they visit are based on real places you can look up to get a better picture.

It took half a day by train to get to Osaka from Tokyo. Jumping on the Silver Bullet along the J.R line they were pulling into Osaka station by twilight. Each of the guys were prepared for an all nighter of clubbing and bar hoping. Dressed to impress, being single, young and very much out to score. All except for Darien. Who never really put much effort into attracting women, not that he needed it. The female masses seemed to flock his way anyway.

Kane strode out of the sliding metal doors of the train, in a pair of tight worn out jeans with the knees ripped out. A tight black muscle shirt that showed off his well defined chest and abs, with a leather vest over top for flare. His rust red, curly, shoulder length hair flying wild and loose in the hot summer breeze. With black metal studs in his ears and a dusting of a full days growth upon his square jaw. Looking every bit the tough, bad ass, he truly was.

Hollywood was the next to leave the obscurity of the train. In white dress pants, held up with a black belt. A silver silk button up shirt tucked in smartly with a white stylish scarf tossed stylishly around his neck. His silver blonde hair tied back in a long pony tail, with a thin piece of black leather wrapped tight around the very end. He was a gorgeous man, who carried him with a sense of high style. Meticulously groomed, screaming of refinement and good breeding.

Then Jed made his appearance on the long cement dock, in a pair of jean board shorts that hung low over his knees. A bright yellow belt wrapped around his hips, with a dusty blue button up short sleeve shirt tucked in. The collar open as well, showing a red and white t-shirt underneath. The last piece of flare was a flame red ascot tucked into the collar of the dress shirt. The casual playboy, sporting a fun if flamboyant outfit. He carried himself with an assured amble that spoke of an over blown confidence in himself that wasn't based entirely on facts. He flashed his charming smile, of shining white teeth. He had a very pleased look on his now clean shaven face, as he nodded in approval at the brightly lit train station before him. Brushing a hand through his light blonde hair, giving off a 'I am way to cool for this place' aura.

His brother Zac followed him out. Also in board shorts of a crisp white, with a pink belt and black and white tank top. Hanging some what slob like around his waist. His average muscled arms exposed to the breeze. A faded jean vest was haphazardly draped over his shoulder's providing no protection in the least. He had his own dusty blonde hair tied back in a smaller pony tail with an elastic band. The Yin to Jeds Yang, he was far more timid. He adopted a bored look, not wanting to come off as a gawking tourist. A cool, unassuming aura wrapped around him like a comfortable blanket. He might dress with flare, enough to stand out as a separate entity to Jed's overwhelming pressence. But he never drew attention himself in public if he could. At least not unless Jed was teasing him, then all bets were off. He would do just about anything to make sure he wasn't seen as the silly sidekick or the easily dismissed satellite to Planet Jed!

Last was Darien, who trudged out of the train. A sour, not impressed scowl on his now shaven face. Wearing all black as if he was in mourning. In a pair of trim, well worn black wrangler jeans that cupped his butt and hugged his toned legs. A black t-shirt was layered beneath a pewter grey button up dress shirt. The dress shirt was open, the sides flapping in the breeze as he moved down the cement pad behind his friends. His t-shirt was just tight enough to flaunt his well muscled chest and stomach. The short sleeves showing off his strong arms, with a couple silver chains hanging around his neck. He looked handsome but low key, not wanting to draw attention to himself. Like Jed and Zac who were so brightly dressed they could have powered a city block. Hollywood was the perfect gentleman, and Kane was the bad boy out to party hard.