PLEASURE (Part 5) 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.
"Tadakusa Miyuki." Miki mumbled, after Makoto had built up
enough courage to ask her the name of her friend who had committed
suicide. Somehow, as they sat around the table, discussing things
they all had in common, the subject had moved, as it inevitably
would, to Miki's experiences within her old school. "She was such
a lovely girl." Miyuki continued, her expression falling. "Tall,
thin, with the kind of long, straight dark hair I was never able to
grow, simply because it took too long and my hair tends to come out
all messy." Miki ran a hand through her mop of medium-length hair,
which seemed to fall equally in every direction. "She didn't mind
that, though. She always said she wished she had hair like mine. I
wondered if she was genuine or not."
"You hair isn't so bad." Usagi smiled, her chin resting on
her hands. "I mean, you should try caring for mine. It takes close
to forever to wash it." She held up one of her tails, showing Miki
just how long it really was. "I tie it up like this as much to keep
it out of my hair, no pun intended, and vaguely controllable. There
are times when I wonder why I don't just get it cut."
Miki took the hair in her hands, running the golden-blond
strands through her fingers. "It wouldn't be all that hard to look
after, though. It's very soft and thick. Hairdressers would love
working with hair like this." Usagi put a hand behind her head,
giggling.
"Yeah, well... You know how it is." She retrieved her hair
as Miki went on.
"Miyuki..." The girls eyes dimmed again. "We had been
friends since childhood. But that didn't stop us falling out with
each other... when things began to change."
"Change?" Makoto queried.
"Yes, change. Change in the school. And outside as well.
People go on about how many nasty things were happening within
Chika-Rikyuu, because it involved young people. The youngest
suicide hadn't even reached her thirteenth birthday. That was in
the Junior High, of course, and that was a horrible enough story.
But it was outside that things were really bad." She sighed and
shook her head, looking down at the table. "People dying, most of
them killing themselves. Then there were those who had just
disappeared. Nobody knew what happened to them, since there were
always conflicting reports of their last sightings, and all that.
Happened within the school as well. Two boys who had disappeared,
thought to be dead, would show up every so often, like ghosts or
spirits... Yet they weren't, if you know what I mean."
"That's horrible." Minako put her hands over the sides of her
head. "It all sounds so screwed up. How could things like this
happen?"
"I don't know." Miki's voice trailed off. "Everything was
normal up until... Oh, I don't know. It all seemed to creep in, so
slowly that one didn't notice it until it was in your face. Like a
disease, really. A disease of hate." She paused. "Hate really is
a disease, you know, an infection. Once it takes root in the minds
of people, it just grows and spreads. I did my best to avoid it,
and all, but Miyuki wasn't able to deal with it. She was a much
more social creature than myself. She liked people. I could shut
things out, almost like I have a sociability on/off switch in me.
But she just soaked things up, because that was in her nature. And
it poisoned her..." She choked on her words at that point, and
Usagi placed a hand on her shoulder.
"You don't have to go on if you don't want to."
"It's not that." Miki said, softly. "Counselors have been
telling me I don't have to say anything if I don't want to for a
while now. But it makes it easier if I DO tell someone."
"You're safe here, now. You know that, don't you?" Usagi
whispered to her. A smile crossed Miki's face. An expression of
human warmth, tinged with something else Usagi couldn't define.
"I'd like to believe that." She said, slowly. "But I hold
the fear that, whatever happened there would follow me wherever I
go."
"Well, nothing nasty has happened here, yet." Minako tried
to sound cheerful. "Well, nothing REALLY nasty and all that.
Nothing that you describe, anyway. Just the usual monsters running
about."
"Monsters?" Miki frowned, then nodded her head in
understanding. "Oh, you mean all those things that have been
running about the city these past few years. Yeah, we had them
there, too. Not so many, of course, and I never saw them, myself,
but... Well, you know how it is. Sometimes things like that might
have made a welcome distraction from the real world." She giggled
softly. "It might have even made sense if they were to blame for
everything that happened at school. But there haven't been any
lately, so..."
"Oh, you'd be surprised where and when those things pop up."
Makoto crossed her arms. "Sometimes you don't even notice they're
there."
Usagi waved to Miki as the girl stood on the front doorstep
of her house. The girl had said there were things she had to do, so
she couldn't join her or her friends for her study, but tomorrow was
another thing entirely. Usagi was going to hold her to that.
Makoto, Minako and Ami had to rush home and collect things
before they could all converge on the Hikawa Shrine. It
disappointed Usagi a little that she couldn't introduce Miki to Rei
today. There were times when she honestly wished the girl didn't go
to another school, although she did seem to spend an inordinate
amount of time hanging around Usagi's. Just how close WERE the two
schools, anyway? Rei must have spent half her life running back and
forth between the two.
She skipped away from Miki's house, happily, wondering what
her Mamo-chan was doing at that very moment, when she bumped into
someone turning into a corner. "Gomen." She said to the person as
she took hold of their shoulder, straightening them. The figure
turned to her, and she could see it was Kaede. "Oh, Kaede-chan..."
She paused. There was something strange about Kaede's eyes. They
were staring through her, as if Usagi wasn't there.
The girl shrugged her off and padded away, silently. Usagi
watched her go, arm outstretched in surprise at Kaede's coldness.
"What the hell..?" She mumbled to herself. "What's got into her?"
Shaking her head, she turned and continued on her way.
Makoto threw her school bag on the sofa as she ran through the
loungeroom, on her way to get changed out of her uniform. They were
alright as clothes for the most part, and she tended to wander
around in them quite a lot, as did many other students, but they
always made her itch. Something about the materials they used to
make them, she supposed.
Tossing the uniform over her bed, she threw on a skirt and
blouse, then looked out through the window to check the coming
weather. Might need a sweater, too, she thought to herself.
Before she could reach for one, the phone rang. She hopped
out of her bedroom, back into her lounge and scooped up the phone,
answering with some music in her voice. "Haaaiii, moshi moshi."
"Hello there, Mako-chan." She didn't recognise the voice.
"Hai?" She asked, inquiringly.
"We haven't spoken before, you know? We haven't, and yet I
know ALL about you."
What the hell was this? "Who is this?" Makoto's voice
darkened somewhat. She hated prank calls. The female voice at the
other end of the line was so soft and silky, it set her nerves on
edge.
"I hear you've found yourself a new boyfriend."
"Answer my question." Makoto demanded. "Or I'll hang up!"
"Hmmm..." The voice was tinged with amusement. "I wonder who
else he might be seeing, eh? Not just you, I'm sure. Of course,
you'll be his latest conquest. Just like your old sempai..."
Makoto had had enough. She slammed the receiver back down and
stepped away, huffing. Just who the hell was that? Probably one of
the other students from school, playing a prank. Neither her new
boyfriend or old sempai were a secret from anyone. Though she'd
liked to have known how the girl had known about...
Makoto paused, then shook her head, stomping back into her
bedroom to collect that sweater.
The End of Part Five
=^.^= 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.
"Tadakusa Miyuki." Miki mumbled, after Makoto had built up
enough courage to ask her the name of her friend who had committed
suicide. Somehow, as they sat around the table, discussing things
they all had in common, the subject had moved, as it inevitably
would, to Miki's experiences within her old school. "She was such
a lovely girl." Miyuki continued, her expression falling. "Tall,
thin, with the kind of long, straight dark hair I was never able to
grow, simply because it took too long and my hair tends to come out
all messy." Miki ran a hand through her mop of medium-length hair,
which seemed to fall equally in every direction. "She didn't mind
that, though. She always said she wished she had hair like mine. I
wondered if she was genuine or not."
"You hair isn't so bad." Usagi smiled, her chin resting on
her hands. "I mean, you should try caring for mine. It takes close
to forever to wash it." She held up one of her tails, showing Miki
just how long it really was. "I tie it up like this as much to keep
it out of my hair, no pun intended, and vaguely controllable. There
are times when I wonder why I don't just get it cut."
Miki took the hair in her hands, running the golden-blond
strands through her fingers. "It wouldn't be all that hard to look
after, though. It's very soft and thick. Hairdressers would love
working with hair like this." Usagi put a hand behind her head,
giggling.
"Yeah, well... You know how it is." She retrieved her hair
as Miki went on.
"Miyuki..." The girls eyes dimmed again. "We had been
friends since childhood. But that didn't stop us falling out with
each other... when things began to change."
"Change?" Makoto queried.
"Yes, change. Change in the school. And outside as well.
People go on about how many nasty things were happening within
Chika-Rikyuu, because it involved young people. The youngest
suicide hadn't even reached her thirteenth birthday. That was in
the Junior High, of course, and that was a horrible enough story.
But it was outside that things were really bad." She sighed and
shook her head, looking down at the table. "People dying, most of
them killing themselves. Then there were those who had just
disappeared. Nobody knew what happened to them, since there were
always conflicting reports of their last sightings, and all that.
Happened within the school as well. Two boys who had disappeared,
thought to be dead, would show up every so often, like ghosts or
spirits... Yet they weren't, if you know what I mean."
"That's horrible." Minako put her hands over the sides of her
head. "It all sounds so screwed up. How could things like this
happen?"
"I don't know." Miki's voice trailed off. "Everything was
normal up until... Oh, I don't know. It all seemed to creep in, so
slowly that one didn't notice it until it was in your face. Like a
disease, really. A disease of hate." She paused. "Hate really is
a disease, you know, an infection. Once it takes root in the minds
of people, it just grows and spreads. I did my best to avoid it,
and all, but Miyuki wasn't able to deal with it. She was a much
more social creature than myself. She liked people. I could shut
things out, almost like I have a sociability on/off switch in me.
But she just soaked things up, because that was in her nature. And
it poisoned her..." She choked on her words at that point, and
Usagi placed a hand on her shoulder.
"You don't have to go on if you don't want to."
"It's not that." Miki said, softly. "Counselors have been
telling me I don't have to say anything if I don't want to for a
while now. But it makes it easier if I DO tell someone."
"You're safe here, now. You know that, don't you?" Usagi
whispered to her. A smile crossed Miki's face. An expression of
human warmth, tinged with something else Usagi couldn't define.
"I'd like to believe that." She said, slowly. "But I hold
the fear that, whatever happened there would follow me wherever I
go."
"Well, nothing nasty has happened here, yet." Minako tried
to sound cheerful. "Well, nothing REALLY nasty and all that.
Nothing that you describe, anyway. Just the usual monsters running
about."
"Monsters?" Miki frowned, then nodded her head in
understanding. "Oh, you mean all those things that have been
running about the city these past few years. Yeah, we had them
there, too. Not so many, of course, and I never saw them, myself,
but... Well, you know how it is. Sometimes things like that might
have made a welcome distraction from the real world." She giggled
softly. "It might have even made sense if they were to blame for
everything that happened at school. But there haven't been any
lately, so..."
"Oh, you'd be surprised where and when those things pop up."
Makoto crossed her arms. "Sometimes you don't even notice they're
there."
Usagi waved to Miki as the girl stood on the front doorstep
of her house. The girl had said there were things she had to do, so
she couldn't join her or her friends for her study, but tomorrow was
another thing entirely. Usagi was going to hold her to that.
Makoto, Minako and Ami had to rush home and collect things
before they could all converge on the Hikawa Shrine. It
disappointed Usagi a little that she couldn't introduce Miki to Rei
today. There were times when she honestly wished the girl didn't go
to another school, although she did seem to spend an inordinate
amount of time hanging around Usagi's. Just how close WERE the two
schools, anyway? Rei must have spent half her life running back and
forth between the two.
She skipped away from Miki's house, happily, wondering what
her Mamo-chan was doing at that very moment, when she bumped into
someone turning into a corner. "Gomen." She said to the person as
she took hold of their shoulder, straightening them. The figure
turned to her, and she could see it was Kaede. "Oh, Kaede-chan..."
She paused. There was something strange about Kaede's eyes. They
were staring through her, as if Usagi wasn't there.
The girl shrugged her off and padded away, silently. Usagi
watched her go, arm outstretched in surprise at Kaede's coldness.
"What the hell..?" She mumbled to herself. "What's got into her?"
Shaking her head, she turned and continued on her way.
Makoto threw her school bag on the sofa as she ran through the
loungeroom, on her way to get changed out of her uniform. They were
alright as clothes for the most part, and she tended to wander
around in them quite a lot, as did many other students, but they
always made her itch. Something about the materials they used to
make them, she supposed.
Tossing the uniform over her bed, she threw on a skirt and
blouse, then looked out through the window to check the coming
weather. Might need a sweater, too, she thought to herself.
Before she could reach for one, the phone rang. She hopped
out of her bedroom, back into her lounge and scooped up the phone,
answering with some music in her voice. "Haaaiii, moshi moshi."
"Hello there, Mako-chan." She didn't recognise the voice.
"Hai?" She asked, inquiringly.
"We haven't spoken before, you know? We haven't, and yet I
know ALL about you."
What the hell was this? "Who is this?" Makoto's voice
darkened somewhat. She hated prank calls. The female voice at the
other end of the line was so soft and silky, it set her nerves on
edge.
"I hear you've found yourself a new boyfriend."
"Answer my question." Makoto demanded. "Or I'll hang up!"
"Hmmm..." The voice was tinged with amusement. "I wonder who
else he might be seeing, eh? Not just you, I'm sure. Of course,
you'll be his latest conquest. Just like your old sempai..."
Makoto had had enough. She slammed the receiver back down and
stepped away, huffing. Just who the hell was that? Probably one of
the other students from school, playing a prank. Neither her new
boyfriend or old sempai were a secret from anyone. Though she'd
liked to have known how the girl had known about...
Makoto paused, then shook her head, stomping back into her
bedroom to collect that sweater.
The End of Part Five
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au