PLEASURE (Part 3) 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.
Mieno Yuka was not what one could describe as an ordinary type
of girl. Which was why she didn't go stark raving bonkers when she
walked into the darkened corridor of her school and found it
splattered in blood from floor to ceiling.
It seemed as if, at least, a dozen people had exploded at the
junction, without leaving behind the rest of their bodies. The
blood was still fresh, dripping down from the ceiling, so whatever
had happened here had not occured all that long ago.
Her eyes followed the blood into the corridor. The bodies of
the victims had been dragged away, simultaneously, leaving a trail
of blood right across the floor. Her normally glazen eyes filled
with a kind of energy, she decided to follow the trail, uncaring if
she bumped into whatever it was that had caused this mess. No, that
wasn't right... She did care if she bumped into it, or whomever it
was, she just didn't care if it did anything to her. Although she
was very careful not to get any of the blood on her. She wasn't the
world's greatest fan of other peoples' blood.
The corridor became darker as she moved further into the
building. The lights seemed to be out for most of the way, but she
could still see the occasional lump of flesh, hair, bone. Half a
girl's hand here, an eye still attached to its nerve there. She
paused and stared at the eye, trying to work out, by its colour, if
its owner had been someone she knew. It didn't matter to her. She
never bothered to get to know anyone very well. They'd get a whiff
of her personality and nature and they'd be outta there. She
shrugged inwardly. The colour was brown, and she knew too many
people with brown eyes.
She continued on, eventually spying a full body, sitting up in
one of the doorways. No... it wasn't a dead body, it was a live
girl. Tadakusa Miyuki. Yuka recognised her long, straight hair and
her thin, attractive face. She hated her. The girl had spent much
of her time making Yuka feel about as small as possible. Right now,
Miyuki was the one trying to look as small as possible. Her eyes
were staring, blankly, and she was muttering to herself. She had
obviously seen what had caused the mess, or had simply flipped out
over the mess.
Yuka walked over and stood by her, not really knowing what to
do or say, even if she wanted to. Miyuki hadn't registered her
presence, so she knelt down to her, prodding her in the shoulder.
"Oi." She said softly. "Oi you."
Miyuki's eyes turned to her, as if she had suddenly snapped
out of a waking dream. They stared at each other for several
moments, not saying anything. Then Miyuki gestured further down the
corridor. Yuka followed her direction and saw the doors to the
school gym, plastered with the same blood that covered everything
else. Yuka made to get up, and she was grabbed by the leg. Miyuki
didn't seem to want to let her go, so she kicked the girl in the
side with her other, gently. It did the trick.
As Miyuki curled up into a small ball, Yuka stepped over to
the gym doors, pushing it open slightly with one of her hands,
peering through to that which was beyond.
The gym was basked in an unearthly light, centered on the
bodies that remained in the middle of the floor. She watched as,
one by one, bodies were sucked up into nothingness. It gave her
the impression of noodles being sucked up into someone's mouth,
and the impression, in her mind, wasn't that far wrong. Something
was drawing the bodies out of this world for the purpose of...
eating them.
The hairs on the back of Yuka's neck started to stand, and she
turned. Where Miyuki was sitting she could see another figure.
Quite a tall one, in fact. Another girl their age, although not,
apparently, Japanese. She had light brown hair, cascading around
her form, and eyes so light that they seemed to glow from her face.
She wore odd robes, like the clothes of a Shinto priestess, covered
with hanging pieces of fabric. And she didn't look all that
pleased.
At first, Yuka thought the girl was angry with her, as she
padded over to the new arrival. But she realised that the girl's
eyes were focused on the doors rather than herself. It was at that
point that she noticed that the gore in the corridor was moving.
Towards the gym, as if being drawn by the same energy that was
sucking the bodies out of this world. Whatever it was wanted the
sauce to go with the meal.
The figure brushed Yuka aside, making her stumble over Miyuki,
the girl letting out a cry of fright as she had been too concerned
with her own fear to take notice of what was going on around her.
When Yuka had managed to calm the girl down, they turned as the gym
doors were thrown open, watching the figure staring angrily at the
gruesome image, fists angrily clenched at both sides.
"Unforgivable!" The figure growled. "This is totally
unforgivable!" And with that, she launched herself into the gym.
There was a brilliant flash of light, making Yuka and Miyuki
flinch. With the sound of an explosion, and an inhuman scream,
everything went silent. They opened their eyes again to find the
corridor wiped clean, as if nothing had ever happened there. They
could hear a squeaking noise, and turned back to the gym, where one
of the ring bars had fallen from its mounting in the gym roof,
swinging to and fro. And the figure of the girl, walking from the
gym, her expression one of satisfaction.
She paused by the two girls, smiling at them softly. "It
would be good..." She began in a voice that belied the smile.
"...If you mentioned this to nobody. Not that they'd believe you,
even if you did." She paused, then... "Don't worry. I'll protect
you both. I always protect those that I like." And she reached
down stroking both girls across their faces with both hands.
Yuka came to, which was difficult as her entire world was
dancing around. After a few moments, this disorientation, and the
nausea associated with it, passed, and she could see that she was
lying in an unfamiliar room. On a bed, even. And she couldn't
move.
Not that she'd want to, even if she could. She looked down
at her lower arms, and stared at the bloodied bandages that covered
them. And the occasional stabs of pain when she tried to move her
arms. Yes, she had done an exceptional job of rendering that part
of her flesh into ribbons.
She sighed and shifted her back and legs, trying not to let
the sensation of pain spark through her mind. It was almost too
much, getting off on pain. One of the reasons she had tried to kill
herself like the freak she was. That girl had been right. She was
a mistake made flesh, and should die!
Only, that girl who had so much promised to protect her in
death hadn't taken her, like she had done with Miyuki. She thought
of the girl, totally traumatised after that encounter. For Yuka, it
had been situation normal, which meant, of course, that everyone in
her school blamed her for the disappearance of all those students,
even if there had been no proof that she had done anything.
She had transferred to Chika-Rikyuu, because her parents had
wanted to get her out of that atmosphere. But the girl had followed
her. The girl with no name. Although that didn't really seem to
matter to her, she didn't need a name. And during her time there,
she had taken six other students, and had tried to take many more.
Tried to take HER. Why had she failed? Did she not want her?
"Ah, so you're awake?" The voice of the nurse cut through her
dazed musings. Yuka stared blankly as the nurse picked up her
condition board from the end of the bed. "Well, I suppose that is
good, considering how much work went into saving your life. You did
a fine job in trying to kill yourself, you know that?" Yuka nodded
mutely. The nurse shook her head. "I was warned about you, you
know. They said it didn't matter how we talked around you, because
nothing ever seems to register in your mind, if you even have one.
You know that?"
Yuka looked away as the nurse replaced the board. "And I was
also told you weren't the most talkative of girls." The nurse
continued. "Ah well, I suppose it doesn't really matter if you
don't say anything. I'll never understand you kids, these days.
Always looking sour and sullen. I've got a girl just like you. By
the way, did you know another girl from your school had succeeded
in topping herself last night, hmmm?" The nurse sneered. "Two
efforts in one night, and you were the failure. Makes you feel
really good, doesn't it?"
The nurse eventually gave up and walked out when Yuka failed
to register that she had even heard anything she'd said. Although
Yuka wasn't really in the mood to listen to the blathering of
others. She'd expected the nursing staff to criticise her for what
she had done. They were like that. They were all like that. Not
like her.
She was different. She knew that. She was the freak, a
failure in almost every way. Was that why that girl decided not
to take her, in the end? She sighed and stared out of the window
of her hospital room, trying to ignore the restraints the were
digging into her upper arms.
The End of Part Three
=^.^= 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.
Mieno Yuka was not what one could describe as an ordinary type
of girl. Which was why she didn't go stark raving bonkers when she
walked into the darkened corridor of her school and found it
splattered in blood from floor to ceiling.
It seemed as if, at least, a dozen people had exploded at the
junction, without leaving behind the rest of their bodies. The
blood was still fresh, dripping down from the ceiling, so whatever
had happened here had not occured all that long ago.
Her eyes followed the blood into the corridor. The bodies of
the victims had been dragged away, simultaneously, leaving a trail
of blood right across the floor. Her normally glazen eyes filled
with a kind of energy, she decided to follow the trail, uncaring if
she bumped into whatever it was that had caused this mess. No, that
wasn't right... She did care if she bumped into it, or whomever it
was, she just didn't care if it did anything to her. Although she
was very careful not to get any of the blood on her. She wasn't the
world's greatest fan of other peoples' blood.
The corridor became darker as she moved further into the
building. The lights seemed to be out for most of the way, but she
could still see the occasional lump of flesh, hair, bone. Half a
girl's hand here, an eye still attached to its nerve there. She
paused and stared at the eye, trying to work out, by its colour, if
its owner had been someone she knew. It didn't matter to her. She
never bothered to get to know anyone very well. They'd get a whiff
of her personality and nature and they'd be outta there. She
shrugged inwardly. The colour was brown, and she knew too many
people with brown eyes.
She continued on, eventually spying a full body, sitting up in
one of the doorways. No... it wasn't a dead body, it was a live
girl. Tadakusa Miyuki. Yuka recognised her long, straight hair and
her thin, attractive face. She hated her. The girl had spent much
of her time making Yuka feel about as small as possible. Right now,
Miyuki was the one trying to look as small as possible. Her eyes
were staring, blankly, and she was muttering to herself. She had
obviously seen what had caused the mess, or had simply flipped out
over the mess.
Yuka walked over and stood by her, not really knowing what to
do or say, even if she wanted to. Miyuki hadn't registered her
presence, so she knelt down to her, prodding her in the shoulder.
"Oi." She said softly. "Oi you."
Miyuki's eyes turned to her, as if she had suddenly snapped
out of a waking dream. They stared at each other for several
moments, not saying anything. Then Miyuki gestured further down the
corridor. Yuka followed her direction and saw the doors to the
school gym, plastered with the same blood that covered everything
else. Yuka made to get up, and she was grabbed by the leg. Miyuki
didn't seem to want to let her go, so she kicked the girl in the
side with her other, gently. It did the trick.
As Miyuki curled up into a small ball, Yuka stepped over to
the gym doors, pushing it open slightly with one of her hands,
peering through to that which was beyond.
The gym was basked in an unearthly light, centered on the
bodies that remained in the middle of the floor. She watched as,
one by one, bodies were sucked up into nothingness. It gave her
the impression of noodles being sucked up into someone's mouth,
and the impression, in her mind, wasn't that far wrong. Something
was drawing the bodies out of this world for the purpose of...
eating them.
The hairs on the back of Yuka's neck started to stand, and she
turned. Where Miyuki was sitting she could see another figure.
Quite a tall one, in fact. Another girl their age, although not,
apparently, Japanese. She had light brown hair, cascading around
her form, and eyes so light that they seemed to glow from her face.
She wore odd robes, like the clothes of a Shinto priestess, covered
with hanging pieces of fabric. And she didn't look all that
pleased.
At first, Yuka thought the girl was angry with her, as she
padded over to the new arrival. But she realised that the girl's
eyes were focused on the doors rather than herself. It was at that
point that she noticed that the gore in the corridor was moving.
Towards the gym, as if being drawn by the same energy that was
sucking the bodies out of this world. Whatever it was wanted the
sauce to go with the meal.
The figure brushed Yuka aside, making her stumble over Miyuki,
the girl letting out a cry of fright as she had been too concerned
with her own fear to take notice of what was going on around her.
When Yuka had managed to calm the girl down, they turned as the gym
doors were thrown open, watching the figure staring angrily at the
gruesome image, fists angrily clenched at both sides.
"Unforgivable!" The figure growled. "This is totally
unforgivable!" And with that, she launched herself into the gym.
There was a brilliant flash of light, making Yuka and Miyuki
flinch. With the sound of an explosion, and an inhuman scream,
everything went silent. They opened their eyes again to find the
corridor wiped clean, as if nothing had ever happened there. They
could hear a squeaking noise, and turned back to the gym, where one
of the ring bars had fallen from its mounting in the gym roof,
swinging to and fro. And the figure of the girl, walking from the
gym, her expression one of satisfaction.
She paused by the two girls, smiling at them softly. "It
would be good..." She began in a voice that belied the smile.
"...If you mentioned this to nobody. Not that they'd believe you,
even if you did." She paused, then... "Don't worry. I'll protect
you both. I always protect those that I like." And she reached
down stroking both girls across their faces with both hands.
Yuka came to, which was difficult as her entire world was
dancing around. After a few moments, this disorientation, and the
nausea associated with it, passed, and she could see that she was
lying in an unfamiliar room. On a bed, even. And she couldn't
move.
Not that she'd want to, even if she could. She looked down
at her lower arms, and stared at the bloodied bandages that covered
them. And the occasional stabs of pain when she tried to move her
arms. Yes, she had done an exceptional job of rendering that part
of her flesh into ribbons.
She sighed and shifted her back and legs, trying not to let
the sensation of pain spark through her mind. It was almost too
much, getting off on pain. One of the reasons she had tried to kill
herself like the freak she was. That girl had been right. She was
a mistake made flesh, and should die!
Only, that girl who had so much promised to protect her in
death hadn't taken her, like she had done with Miyuki. She thought
of the girl, totally traumatised after that encounter. For Yuka, it
had been situation normal, which meant, of course, that everyone in
her school blamed her for the disappearance of all those students,
even if there had been no proof that she had done anything.
She had transferred to Chika-Rikyuu, because her parents had
wanted to get her out of that atmosphere. But the girl had followed
her. The girl with no name. Although that didn't really seem to
matter to her, she didn't need a name. And during her time there,
she had taken six other students, and had tried to take many more.
Tried to take HER. Why had she failed? Did she not want her?
"Ah, so you're awake?" The voice of the nurse cut through her
dazed musings. Yuka stared blankly as the nurse picked up her
condition board from the end of the bed. "Well, I suppose that is
good, considering how much work went into saving your life. You did
a fine job in trying to kill yourself, you know that?" Yuka nodded
mutely. The nurse shook her head. "I was warned about you, you
know. They said it didn't matter how we talked around you, because
nothing ever seems to register in your mind, if you even have one.
You know that?"
Yuka looked away as the nurse replaced the board. "And I was
also told you weren't the most talkative of girls." The nurse
continued. "Ah well, I suppose it doesn't really matter if you
don't say anything. I'll never understand you kids, these days.
Always looking sour and sullen. I've got a girl just like you. By
the way, did you know another girl from your school had succeeded
in topping herself last night, hmmm?" The nurse sneered. "Two
efforts in one night, and you were the failure. Makes you feel
really good, doesn't it?"
The nurse eventually gave up and walked out when Yuka failed
to register that she had even heard anything she'd said. Although
Yuka wasn't really in the mood to listen to the blathering of
others. She'd expected the nursing staff to criticise her for what
she had done. They were like that. They were all like that. Not
like her.
She was different. She knew that. She was the freak, a
failure in almost every way. Was that why that girl decided not
to take her, in the end? She sighed and stared out of the window
of her hospital room, trying to ignore the restraints the were
digging into her upper arms.
The End of Part Three
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au