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Title: Walking Wounded
Author: Kali-Chan
Rating: R - adult language, adult situations, graphic violence
Part 1, Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Hey, I do not own Sailor Moon, so PLEASE don't sue me. I'm not
worth much. And I also don't own the references to Poe and other musicians,
so do not get any ideas of suing Kali-Chan.
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Usagi winced in pain as her boyfriend of nine years unleashed the climax of
his anger into her stomach. She was a petite, blonde-haired woman, with
large blue eyes and a warm smile. That beautiful smile was now turned into a
grimace as he hit her harder.
"How many times have I TOLD you, Usa? Don't be such a whore! Flirting with
a strange boy?! Gods, you are SUCH a CUNT! How DARE you insult me this way!
You'll pay. Stupid girls, ARROGANT girls, must be taught a lesson." He
growled as he struck her repeatedly. Blow after blow landing painfully into
her stomach. He had a temper. Usagi knew that, but she went against her gut
and helped the new boy in her Sociology class with his research. She knew
Kenji wouldn't understand. He never did.
After ten minutes of hitting, her stomach went numb and her vision went
dark. He realized this and went after her back and kidneys. He was a smart
man. 'Leave no visible marks, no traces,' his father had told him while
beating his mother. Usagi whimpered in pain as her back was pelted with
rapid punches. She'd learned not to scream. The result of screaming was
worse.
Finally, Kenji let her fall to the floor gracelessly and walked into their
kitchen to grab dinner. He'd never gotten any, because Usagi had come in
just after him and lied to him repeatedly. He'd known she was lying. He
ALWAYS knew. Ever since she was a Freshman in highschool, he knew.
Kenji walked back out and saw that Usagi was not where he'd dropped her. He
smiled at this, thinking that it sounded as though she were a toy. Yes, he
thought, She is. Usagi IS a toy. Finally, he noticed her in the corner of
the room, breathing shallowly. He'd taken measures not to damage any bones,
lest she need hospital assistance and the staff wisened up to his game. It
was all a game to him. The game to remain in control. Like American
football, he mused. That's exactly what it's like. I'm the offensive team,
fighting for control, and Usagi is the defensive, trying to regain it, but
failing miserably.
After a few moments had passed, Kenji walked over and knelt near Usagi. "I
just don't want you stolen away from me. I don't know what I'd do if some
other man..." he trailed off, seeing that she had finally passed out. He
picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, where, after finishing his
sandwich, he raped her. She dreamed on.
"Usagi! Come on Usagi! Play with us!" screamed a little redheaded girl.
"Naru! Wait!" cried Usagi, her voice childlike and mild. She ran after the
girl and came upon a house made entirely of twigs and leaves.
".... Why is it a house of leaves?...." She wondered aloud.
"It will fall if you blow lightly," she heard a voice behind her. When Usagi turned,
she saw little Naru there, with a sad look upon her face.
"Usa, where did you go to? You've changed, Usa. Why did you change?" Naru
asked her, solemnly.
"Naru, I'm still the same Usagi. I'm Masayoto Usagi! See?" she cried, spinning around
so the smaller girl could get a view of how little she'd changed.
"You're not Usagi. You told a lie!" Naru yelled, pained, like a dog crying for it's
long-dead master. She swirled around and ran off before Usagi could say anything.
Usagi slowly turned back to the house of leaves.
She heard whispered words fly around her in the November breeze. "Let us pray..."
And the house of leaves danced in the wind around her.
Title: Walking Wounded
Author: Kali-Chan
Rating: R - adult language, adult situations, graphic violence
Part 1, Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Hey, I do not own Sailor Moon, so PLEASE don't sue me. I'm not
worth much. And I also don't own the references to Poe and other musicians,
so do not get any ideas of suing Kali-Chan.
*********************************************************************************
Usagi winced in pain as her boyfriend of nine years unleashed the climax of
his anger into her stomach. She was a petite, blonde-haired woman, with
large blue eyes and a warm smile. That beautiful smile was now turned into a
grimace as he hit her harder.
"How many times have I TOLD you, Usa? Don't be such a whore! Flirting with
a strange boy?! Gods, you are SUCH a CUNT! How DARE you insult me this way!
You'll pay. Stupid girls, ARROGANT girls, must be taught a lesson." He
growled as he struck her repeatedly. Blow after blow landing painfully into
her stomach. He had a temper. Usagi knew that, but she went against her gut
and helped the new boy in her Sociology class with his research. She knew
Kenji wouldn't understand. He never did.
After ten minutes of hitting, her stomach went numb and her vision went
dark. He realized this and went after her back and kidneys. He was a smart
man. 'Leave no visible marks, no traces,' his father had told him while
beating his mother. Usagi whimpered in pain as her back was pelted with
rapid punches. She'd learned not to scream. The result of screaming was
worse.
Finally, Kenji let her fall to the floor gracelessly and walked into their
kitchen to grab dinner. He'd never gotten any, because Usagi had come in
just after him and lied to him repeatedly. He'd known she was lying. He
ALWAYS knew. Ever since she was a Freshman in highschool, he knew.
Kenji walked back out and saw that Usagi was not where he'd dropped her. He
smiled at this, thinking that it sounded as though she were a toy. Yes, he
thought, She is. Usagi IS a toy. Finally, he noticed her in the corner of
the room, breathing shallowly. He'd taken measures not to damage any bones,
lest she need hospital assistance and the staff wisened up to his game. It
was all a game to him. The game to remain in control. Like American
football, he mused. That's exactly what it's like. I'm the offensive team,
fighting for control, and Usagi is the defensive, trying to regain it, but
failing miserably.
After a few moments had passed, Kenji walked over and knelt near Usagi. "I
just don't want you stolen away from me. I don't know what I'd do if some
other man..." he trailed off, seeing that she had finally passed out. He
picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, where, after finishing his
sandwich, he raped her. She dreamed on.
"Usagi! Come on Usagi! Play with us!" screamed a little redheaded girl.
"Naru! Wait!" cried Usagi, her voice childlike and mild. She ran after the
girl and came upon a house made entirely of twigs and leaves.
".... Why is it a house of leaves?...." She wondered aloud.
"It will fall if you blow lightly," she heard a voice behind her. When Usagi turned,
she saw little Naru there, with a sad look upon her face.
"Usa, where did you go to? You've changed, Usa. Why did you change?" Naru
asked her, solemnly.
"Naru, I'm still the same Usagi. I'm Masayoto Usagi! See?" she cried, spinning around
so the smaller girl could get a view of how little she'd changed.
"You're not Usagi. You told a lie!" Naru yelled, pained, like a dog crying for it's
long-dead master. She swirled around and ran off before Usagi could say anything.
Usagi slowly turned back to the house of leaves.
She heard whispered words fly around her in the November breeze. "Let us pray..."
And the house of leaves danced in the wind around her.
