I don't own Sailor Moon or anything else mentioned in the story. This story is rated "M" for mature audiences only. If you are under eighteen, I strongly urge that you hit the back browser now. Ruby Moon-Snape actually had this idea but she didn't care to write a complete story. I loved the idea and decided to write the story that follows.

Chapter One- The Bad Day

Zoycite, to put it lightly, was having a bad day. She woke up this morning to a bad hair day. She couldn't get her coppery-blond hair to behave itself. After that, things went downhill fast. She found she was on her period and thus her uniform waistline was a little tight, not that anyone else could tell. Then, she stubbed a toe and broke a couple of nails, causing her mood to worsen. By mid-afternoon, she was feeling so bad, she headed for the kitchen with the intention of getting some chocolate.

She headed for the cabinet where she knew her favorite treat, chocolate bonbons, were kept. She opened the door and saw no bonbons. She frowned, but decided she would just get a different chocolate treat. She began opening door after door and even the freezer and refrigerator: No chocolate. She stood there in the middle of the kitchen, opened her mouth, and let out a scream of frustration that echoed throughout the mansion.

Malachite, Jedite, and Nephlite were in the Sitting Room, having tea and treats while they waited for Zoycite to join them for tea time. Malachite was just lifting his cup to his lips when an echoed scream reached his ears.

"Hmm," he said. "That sounds like Zoycite."

"It doesn't sound good," Jedite commented.

"It's not," Malachite answered an ominous tone in his voice.

At that moment, cherry blossoms swirled in the air a split second before Zoycite appeared, looking incensed.

"Is there a problem, my love?" Malachite asked.

Zoycite didn't answer. Her attention was focused on Jedite- or more specifically, what was going into his mouth: The last bite of a chocolate bonbon. She stared at him and then at the tea tray. It was empty.

"You ate all the bonbons and didn't wait for me before starting tea time?" she asked, her anger rising with each word.

The three men gulped. It was clear that she had more to say. She seemed to loom over them as her temper reached the boiling point.

"You have no idea what kind of day I've been having! I stubbed a toe and broke two nails! I went to get some chocolate and there is none! Then, you three don't even wait for me and eat the last of the chocolate! And, to top it all off, I'm having a bad hair day!"

"Oh, that's just awful," said Nephlite sarcastically.

Zoycite scowled and summoned an ice crystal with murderous intentions attached. She would have done so, if Malachite hadn't stepped up and slipped the weapon out of her hand. "Murder for a comment is a bit harsh, my dear."

Zoycite whirled around and glared heatedly at him before storming out of the room. All three guys exchanged looks.

"What's her problem?" Jedite asked.

Zoycite burst into the throne room, walked up to Queen Beryl and bowed. "My queen."

"Is something wrong, Zoycite? You seem upset."

"I've been having an awful day, your majesty. The worst part is that my fellow generals do not understand and thus they are not sympathetic."

"Perhaps you would care to tell about your awful day."

So, Zoycite proceeded to explain what went wrong, starting with her hair. She stated everything she had said to the guys and added the period problems as well.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Zoycite. But, surely tomorrow will be better."

"Certainly, my queen. I just wish the others understood what I went through." With this statement, Zoycite vanished.

Beryl leaned back in her throne. She had truly felt for Zoycite and the difficulties she went through. Clearly the guys were responsible for at least two of the problems: Lack of chocolate and not waiting for a lady for tea time. They certainly lacked sympathy.

They need to be taught a lesson and I think I've got the perfect one.

She leaned forward and waved her hands over her crystal ball and it glowed a bright, steady pink.

Okay, I'm pretty sure everyone knows what Queen Beryl's idea is and I promise those three are in for an uncomfortable ride.