PLEASURE (Part 2) by Sievert Dinar
Disclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people, most of whom
are not me, so don't get all worked up about my using the characters
in ways they weren't meant. I'm just a common or garden fanfic
writer without a hope in this dark and cruel world. Maybe.
Warning - R rated fic
This fanfic is, essentially, a horror story, and contains scenes
that could be regarded as disturbing to people. I dare suggest that
you behave responsibly whilst reading this.
Usagi entered the classroom. On time, even, which was a
surprise to both Ami and Makoto, who had been sitting in the corner
of the room, chatting quietly to each other. In fact, they had been
chatting about how Usagi's attendance record was improving, but it
was still a surprise as it was a good twenty minutes before class
was supposed to start. Something of a new record in Usagi's case.
She had a broad smile on her face as she dropped her school
case on her desk, wandering over to the pair. "Hi." She waved at
them. They stared at her, suspiciously.
"So, what did you get from Mamoru this time?" Makoto raised
a mischievous eyebrow. Usagi did her best to look insulted.
"Me? Get something from Mamo-chan? Moi?" She put a hand to
her chest. "Honestly, Mako-chan, I think you're getting a little
paranoid in your old age."
"I repeat..." Makoto wagged a finger at Usagi. "What did you
get from Mamoru this time?"
Usagi giggled and held out her hand. Both Ami and Makoto
smiled at the simple but elegant silver ring, paired with the more
elaborate ring he had given her earlier. "Whoo... Very simple, but
nice."
"And apparently quite expensive." Usagi giggled as she held
her hand up to her face, staring at the ring with shimmering eyes.
"Mamo-chan is not the richest man on Earth, but he worked extra time
to make up enough to buy this."
"Aahh... I wish I had a boyfriend like him." Ami leaned her
head on the heel of her hand, staring into the air, dreamily.
"There just don't seem to be any good looking NICE guys out there,
these days. They've all been taken."
"Speak for yourself." Makoto grinned. Ami and Usagi stared
at her.
"You haven't found yourself a nice guy, have you?" Ami asked,
tentatively. Makoto gave her a V for victory, then clasped her
hands together, going into lala land.
"He's just sooooo handsome, sooooo cute. I found him in one
of my cooking classes. He wants to be a chef, one day. So
determined..." She sighed, hopelessly. "We got to talking, and
discovered how much we had in common. Then, just the other day, he
asked me out..."
"REALLY?" Usagi grabbed Makoto's hands, jumping up and down.
"That's great, Mako-chan! I'm so happy for you."
"Yeah, isn't it?" Makoto smiled. "But he still isn't as good
looking as my old sempai."
Usagi and Ami facefaulted. "Mako-chan..." Usagi croaked, but
Makoto was too far gone to notice. Ami sighed again and leaned her
chin down on her desk.
"I almost get the feeling I'll be the last to get one..."
Usagi turned to Ami and patted her on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Ami-chan. I'm sure there is a boy out there for
you..." She paused. "What about that guy..."
"He doesn't remember, remember?" Ami peered up at her,
looking depressed. "I mean, he doesn't remember anything about me,
or anything that happened. I bumped into him, once or twice, and he
seemed to have some recognition, but still..." She looked forlorn,
then lifted up her head as she spotted something on the other side
of the classroom. "Look... It's that new girl."
Usagi turned and spotted the girl, leaning quietly against the
front wall of the classroom, her schoolbag held in her hands in
front of her. She seemed to be staring around the class nervously,
avoiding anyones' gaze. "She seems a little nervous." Usagi
commented.
"She transferred here from that school." Ami wagged a finger
in the air. Usagi turned back to her with a blank expression. "You
know, the school that has been having all those student deaths
lately."
"The one with all the murders and suicides?" Usagi turned
back to the girl. "Poor thing, no wonder she's so scared. People
will probably think she's strange, just for having been to that
school."
"Did you hear?" Makoto, having finally come back down to
Earth, butted in. "There was another one last night. A girl,
apparently upset at being dumped by her boyfriend, killed herself."
Makoto looked down. "It's so sad. I can't understand why anyone
would want to do anything like that."
"I heard the atmosphere in that school is really bad.
Everyone is at each others' throats. Although it has only been like
that for the last year or so. Before, everything was just fine. It
was almost as if there had been some kind of epidemic hitting the
place. Even the teachers and parents became paranoid and on edge."
Ami swallowed. "I hope stuff like that never happens here."
Precisely on the final ring of the chiming school bell, the
teacher entered the room. Usagi smiled sweetly from her desk as she
looked in her direction, making a mental nod of satisfaction. At
least today she wouldn't have Tsukino wrapped around her leg,
begging to give her a second chance. Well, she'd given her about a
dozen second chances already this term, to add to the thirty she'd
given to her the last term. She was hoping that this behaviour
would continue as she placed her collection of books upon her desk,
turning to the new girl. She gave the girl a reassuring smile, and
she smiled back, albeit nervously.
She stepped over to the girl, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Well, as you can see, we have a new student in our class." She
looked around the classroom to see if anyone was going to say
something. When nobody did, she continued. "Her name is Mahou
Miki. She is from Chika-Rikyuu High."
"Excuse me." One of the students put up her hand. The
teacher nodded in her direction, permitting her to speak. "Is that
'Mahou', as in 'Magic'?"
The teacher turned to Miki, who nervously nodded. "Yes, it
is. I know the name is strange, and I'm not sure of its purpose or
origins... I do believe my ancestors were priests at a sacred
shrine, some three hundred years ago, so that might have something
to do with it." Miki smiled nervously, looking down at her feet as
some of the students started to murmur amongst themselves. Another
student raised his hand.
"Is it true that you come from the school with all the
murders?" The male student leaned back in his chair as the girl in
front of him swatted him for his lack of tact, but still this raised
more of a murmur. The teacher intervened.
"Miki was transferred here because of her parents' concerns
about Chika-Rikyuu. And for more personal reasons." She turned
back to Miki, who was wringing her hands around the handle of her
school bag.
"I... A friend of mine..." Miki began, then faltered.
Usagi, watching this, felt a surge of anxiety and concern for the
girl. Sometimes the first impression of a new student, the
introduction, lasted, and when it was bad the student could be
ostracised. Usagi closed her eyes, clamping her hands together,
almost willing Miki to go on. For whatever reason, Miki seemed to
be filled with a sudden confidence, because she continued with a
renewed force. "A friend of mine... A very CLOSE friend... was
murdered." She swallowed. Her face looked tired and worn, but
determined. "My parents wanted to remove me from that school, so
I wouldn't be reminded... of all that had happened there. So I
hope... that you will all help me fit in to my new school, and be
my friends." She bowed, suddenly.
There was clapping, and everyone turned to see Usagi standing,
applauding Miki for her courage. Eventually, like a wave, the rest
of the class followed suit, and it was like a huge weight lifting
from Miki's shoulders as she dabbed a tear from her eye, nodding to
the rest of the class. She turned and looked at Usagi and smiled,
and Usagi returned the smile.
Usagi was determined to make Miki's time in this school so
much better than it had been in her old one.
The End of Part Two
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au
Disclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people, most of whom
are not me, so don't get all worked up about my using the characters
in ways they weren't meant. I'm just a common or garden fanfic
writer without a hope in this dark and cruel world. Maybe.
Warning - R rated fic
This fanfic is, essentially, a horror story, and contains scenes
that could be regarded as disturbing to people. I dare suggest that
you behave responsibly whilst reading this.
Usagi entered the classroom. On time, even, which was a
surprise to both Ami and Makoto, who had been sitting in the corner
of the room, chatting quietly to each other. In fact, they had been
chatting about how Usagi's attendance record was improving, but it
was still a surprise as it was a good twenty minutes before class
was supposed to start. Something of a new record in Usagi's case.
She had a broad smile on her face as she dropped her school
case on her desk, wandering over to the pair. "Hi." She waved at
them. They stared at her, suspiciously.
"So, what did you get from Mamoru this time?" Makoto raised
a mischievous eyebrow. Usagi did her best to look insulted.
"Me? Get something from Mamo-chan? Moi?" She put a hand to
her chest. "Honestly, Mako-chan, I think you're getting a little
paranoid in your old age."
"I repeat..." Makoto wagged a finger at Usagi. "What did you
get from Mamoru this time?"
Usagi giggled and held out her hand. Both Ami and Makoto
smiled at the simple but elegant silver ring, paired with the more
elaborate ring he had given her earlier. "Whoo... Very simple, but
nice."
"And apparently quite expensive." Usagi giggled as she held
her hand up to her face, staring at the ring with shimmering eyes.
"Mamo-chan is not the richest man on Earth, but he worked extra time
to make up enough to buy this."
"Aahh... I wish I had a boyfriend like him." Ami leaned her
head on the heel of her hand, staring into the air, dreamily.
"There just don't seem to be any good looking NICE guys out there,
these days. They've all been taken."
"Speak for yourself." Makoto grinned. Ami and Usagi stared
at her.
"You haven't found yourself a nice guy, have you?" Ami asked,
tentatively. Makoto gave her a V for victory, then clasped her
hands together, going into lala land.
"He's just sooooo handsome, sooooo cute. I found him in one
of my cooking classes. He wants to be a chef, one day. So
determined..." She sighed, hopelessly. "We got to talking, and
discovered how much we had in common. Then, just the other day, he
asked me out..."
"REALLY?" Usagi grabbed Makoto's hands, jumping up and down.
"That's great, Mako-chan! I'm so happy for you."
"Yeah, isn't it?" Makoto smiled. "But he still isn't as good
looking as my old sempai."
Usagi and Ami facefaulted. "Mako-chan..." Usagi croaked, but
Makoto was too far gone to notice. Ami sighed again and leaned her
chin down on her desk.
"I almost get the feeling I'll be the last to get one..."
Usagi turned to Ami and patted her on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Ami-chan. I'm sure there is a boy out there for
you..." She paused. "What about that guy..."
"He doesn't remember, remember?" Ami peered up at her,
looking depressed. "I mean, he doesn't remember anything about me,
or anything that happened. I bumped into him, once or twice, and he
seemed to have some recognition, but still..." She looked forlorn,
then lifted up her head as she spotted something on the other side
of the classroom. "Look... It's that new girl."
Usagi turned and spotted the girl, leaning quietly against the
front wall of the classroom, her schoolbag held in her hands in
front of her. She seemed to be staring around the class nervously,
avoiding anyones' gaze. "She seems a little nervous." Usagi
commented.
"She transferred here from that school." Ami wagged a finger
in the air. Usagi turned back to her with a blank expression. "You
know, the school that has been having all those student deaths
lately."
"The one with all the murders and suicides?" Usagi turned
back to the girl. "Poor thing, no wonder she's so scared. People
will probably think she's strange, just for having been to that
school."
"Did you hear?" Makoto, having finally come back down to
Earth, butted in. "There was another one last night. A girl,
apparently upset at being dumped by her boyfriend, killed herself."
Makoto looked down. "It's so sad. I can't understand why anyone
would want to do anything like that."
"I heard the atmosphere in that school is really bad.
Everyone is at each others' throats. Although it has only been like
that for the last year or so. Before, everything was just fine. It
was almost as if there had been some kind of epidemic hitting the
place. Even the teachers and parents became paranoid and on edge."
Ami swallowed. "I hope stuff like that never happens here."
Precisely on the final ring of the chiming school bell, the
teacher entered the room. Usagi smiled sweetly from her desk as she
looked in her direction, making a mental nod of satisfaction. At
least today she wouldn't have Tsukino wrapped around her leg,
begging to give her a second chance. Well, she'd given her about a
dozen second chances already this term, to add to the thirty she'd
given to her the last term. She was hoping that this behaviour
would continue as she placed her collection of books upon her desk,
turning to the new girl. She gave the girl a reassuring smile, and
she smiled back, albeit nervously.
She stepped over to the girl, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Well, as you can see, we have a new student in our class." She
looked around the classroom to see if anyone was going to say
something. When nobody did, she continued. "Her name is Mahou
Miki. She is from Chika-Rikyuu High."
"Excuse me." One of the students put up her hand. The
teacher nodded in her direction, permitting her to speak. "Is that
'Mahou', as in 'Magic'?"
The teacher turned to Miki, who nervously nodded. "Yes, it
is. I know the name is strange, and I'm not sure of its purpose or
origins... I do believe my ancestors were priests at a sacred
shrine, some three hundred years ago, so that might have something
to do with it." Miki smiled nervously, looking down at her feet as
some of the students started to murmur amongst themselves. Another
student raised his hand.
"Is it true that you come from the school with all the
murders?" The male student leaned back in his chair as the girl in
front of him swatted him for his lack of tact, but still this raised
more of a murmur. The teacher intervened.
"Miki was transferred here because of her parents' concerns
about Chika-Rikyuu. And for more personal reasons." She turned
back to Miki, who was wringing her hands around the handle of her
school bag.
"I... A friend of mine..." Miki began, then faltered.
Usagi, watching this, felt a surge of anxiety and concern for the
girl. Sometimes the first impression of a new student, the
introduction, lasted, and when it was bad the student could be
ostracised. Usagi closed her eyes, clamping her hands together,
almost willing Miki to go on. For whatever reason, Miki seemed to
be filled with a sudden confidence, because she continued with a
renewed force. "A friend of mine... A very CLOSE friend... was
murdered." She swallowed. Her face looked tired and worn, but
determined. "My parents wanted to remove me from that school, so
I wouldn't be reminded... of all that had happened there. So I
hope... that you will all help me fit in to my new school, and be
my friends." She bowed, suddenly.
There was clapping, and everyone turned to see Usagi standing,
applauding Miki for her courage. Eventually, like a wave, the rest
of the class followed suit, and it was like a huge weight lifting
from Miki's shoulders as she dabbed a tear from her eye, nodding to
the rest of the class. She turned and looked at Usagi and smiled,
and Usagi returned the smile.
Usagi was determined to make Miki's time in this school so
much better than it had been in her old one.
The End of Part Two
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au