PLEASURE (Part 6) 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.
"Hey, girl. You want to see your parents? They're just
outside." The nurse peered in through the door to Yuka's hospital
room. The girl continued to stare out of the window, having given
up in her struggles to find some give in the restraints that held
her down to the bed. "Didn't think so." The nurse chuckled drily.
"They don't much want to see you, either. Something to do with a
certain coldness in your relationship with them." The nurse turned
and disappeared from the doorway, but Yuka could still hear her
muttering. "Some people really should succeed when it comes to
killing themselves..."
It was only then that Yuka turned to the doorway, her face an
emotional blank. Pathetic, really, the staff at this hospital. She
had thought better of medical professionals than to treat an
attempted suicide in this way. Of course, they were right. She
SHOULD have succeeded in killing herself. She WANTED to. The
thought of dying brought her some pleasure, one of the reasons she
deserved to die... She was a sick little freak.
There was another sharp stab of pain up her arms and her mind
was filled with fire. Sensual stimulation which her mind seemed
incapable of creating, itself. She loved it, but now was not the
time. Now was not the...
It was too late. She closed her eyes as visions swept across
her consciousness. Horrible visions. Flesh, opening up like
blossoming flowers, releasing spores into a dark and organic
atmosphere. The spores, looking for something to feast upon, to
give them the energy to implant themselves into the organic soil.
Finding holes in the reality, and scooping up whatever they found
there, spitting out what was unnecessary.
When she opened her eyes once more, there was no light coming
through the window. It was night again, like the moment she tried
to kill herself. The moment that SHE had come for her, and told her
it was time. But SHE had abandoned her, and that made Yuka feel
utterly worthless. Even her soul was despised by those who saw them
as important.
And then she realised that she was no longer bound to the bed.
She looked down with surprise to find that the straps had been
severed. Clean cut, as if with a knife. Without thinking, she
leapt from the bed and stood on the floor. And almost promptly
collapsed. Her legs were weak, and a sudden wave of nausea and
dizziness took over. She controlled all three with what she would
describe as aplomb, them removed the drip that was linked to her left
arm. She didn't want... need... it.
She made her way from the room, looking around for nurses or
other medical staff. They would only try to stop her from leaving,
and she wanted to be as far from this place as possible. But there
didn't appear to be anyone around.
No, that wasn't true. There were the dead. The dead were
everywhere, wandering as if in shock. Well, they were in shock,
since they were dead, but she knew it to be more than that. Shades
had no place in reality, yet here they were, stumbling around with
nothing to do. No wonder they all looked so dazed and distant.
Yuka wondered if she looked like that. She was ALIVE, though, mores
the pity.
She hated life. Disgusting and visceral. She hated
everything about life. The pain she had to endure during that time
of the month, just because she was female. The dizzy spells, the
nausea, the cramps... That was the worst bit. The cramps almost
completely rendered her helpless. And then there was the bleeding.
SHE must have recognised this, as well, having arrived to take
her just after another bout. And she rejected her. Oh well, at
least it would give her another chance. She HOPED she would be
given another chance.
There was a figure right in front of her. A girl. A girl in
a school uniform. Short with her dark hair in ponytails. No, it
wasn't the living. She was another shade. A recent one, too, by
the looks of things. There was a slight expression of fear in her
eyes, one that Yuka had seen before.
"They got you, didn't they?" She whispered to the shade. The
girl was about to say something, then her eyes glazed over and she
walked through Yuka, disappearing from sight several feet along the
corridor. Yuka stared at where the girl had been, and slowly began
to understand.
It WASN'T all over. SHE had realised this. SHE needed help
to fight, and had chosen Yuka to help her. That's why her
restraints had been cut... SHE had been there and cut them for her.
But Yuka was at a loss to know what she should do.
A hand clamped down on her shoulder. "What the hell..? What
are you doing out of your room?" She could tell it was the nurse
from earlier without actually having to see her. Yuka spun around
and buried her shoulder into the woman's midriff. The nurse went
down, and Yuka leapt over her, hoping with each turn of a corner
that she would find the way out.
She picked up the phone and started to dial. There wasn't
time to lose. She had to start with the girl before it was too late
for her.
She tapped a finger against the side of the phone as it rang.
The soft double-buzz ringing through her ear. It seemed to take
some time to be answered. Maybe there was nobody home.
Then... "Hello? Tsukino residence."
"Ah, hello. Is Usagi-chan in?"
"She's in her room at the moment. I'll get her for you. Hold
on." She heard the receiver of the phone being placed on wherever
it was the phone was sitting, and the sound of footsteps
disappearing. It had been a woman's voice on the other end of the
line. She wondered if it was Usagi's mother. Her REAL mother?
Maybe. Maybe not. People liked to hide a lot of things from their
kids, these days. Hypocrisy at work, of course. Always make the
revelations as absolutely painful as possible, the motto of the
human race. Ah well, at least Usagi had a mother, which was more
than she could say for herself.
It was almost a full minute before she could hear any
approaching footsteps, then... "I'm sorry. She's in the bath at
the moment. Can I get her to call you back?"
"No, that's fine." She sighed. "I'll call again in half an
hour. With any luck she'll have emerged." She paused. "Always
takes long baths, doesn't she?"
"You're telling me." The woman chuckled. "She's my daughter,
I'm afraid. I used to do the same thing at her age."
Yes, I'm sure you did. "Yeah, I know." She smiled. "Anyway,
I'll call back later. Ja ne."
"Bye."
She put down the phone.
Half an hour later.
She pressed the redial button.
"Hello?" the voice that answered this time was younger.
Definitely Usagi this time. Finally got out of the bath.
"Hi, Usagi." She put as much smile into her voice as
possible. "Do you know who this is?"
"Umm..." Usagi seemed unsure.
"No, I don't suppose you do." She grinned. "Well, did you
hear from Mako-chan, that call she received earlier today?"
"Hmm?" There was a pause. "What about that?"
"Well, that was me, and I'm afraid I have some bad things to
tell..." *Click*
Well, that was rude, she thought. The girl didn't even give
her a chance to say anything before she hung up. Not anything of
any importance, of course. Well, she'd just have to make contact
with Usagi in some other way.
Of course, she had just the idea!
Usagi huffed as she dropped down on top of her bed.
"Honestly!" She muttered to herself. Luna, curled up on a nearby
chair, opened an eye, peering at her half-dreamily.
"What is it?" The cat asked. Usagi huffed and turned away
from her.
"Some girl is going around, making nasty prank calls to
people. I don't know how she is getting all of our numbers." She
made another huff. "I'm going to have to ask around about this at
school, tomorrow. Mako-chan was quite upset about it."
"Mako-chan?" Luna raised her head. "Did she get a prank call
from her?"
"yeah, and she was all steamed up about it when she arrived at
Rei's. Haven't seen Mako looking quite so pissed off in a while."
Usagi turned to the cat. "And she just tried me. But I didn't give
her the chance to say anything. I told Mama to make sure she asks
who is calling before she hands the phone to me. Apparently she
also called when I was in the bath. The nerve of the girl." Usagi
cracked her knuckles.
Luna sighed and put her head back down again. "Humans. You
all have this fascination with upsetting each other that I'll never
understand."
"You can talk." Usagi chuckled and reached over to her radio,
switching it on. Music blared through the room, making Luna jump to
her feet in surprise.
"U-SA-GI!"
"Sorry, sorry..." Usagi turned down the volume, sighing. She
rested her head back against the pillow as Luna turned and curled up
once more.
Slowly, the music brought Usagi's temper back down to ground
level, and her eyes started to feel heavy. Then the song ended and
the station logo played. And then...
"Usagi?" Said the female voice.
"Hai?" Usagi said softly, not really paying attention.
"I'm sorry to use such unsubtle means to get in contact with
you, but it seems the phone wasn't going to be to your liking."
Usagi's eyes opened wide and she stared at the radio. "What
did you say?"
"What? What is it now?" Luna looked up from the chair,
annoyed.
"You see, there really isn't any way for you to get away from
me if I really want to talk to you. And no, I'm not a prankster,
either. I have some vitally important things to say to you, mostly
to do with your relationship with Mamo-chan. And, of course, your
family life in general. And if I don't tell you before things are
too late, then I'll never be able to forgive myself. You see..."
Usagi switched the radio off.
The End of Part Six
=^.^= 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.
"Hey, girl. You want to see your parents? They're just
outside." The nurse peered in through the door to Yuka's hospital
room. The girl continued to stare out of the window, having given
up in her struggles to find some give in the restraints that held
her down to the bed. "Didn't think so." The nurse chuckled drily.
"They don't much want to see you, either. Something to do with a
certain coldness in your relationship with them." The nurse turned
and disappeared from the doorway, but Yuka could still hear her
muttering. "Some people really should succeed when it comes to
killing themselves..."
It was only then that Yuka turned to the doorway, her face an
emotional blank. Pathetic, really, the staff at this hospital. She
had thought better of medical professionals than to treat an
attempted suicide in this way. Of course, they were right. She
SHOULD have succeeded in killing herself. She WANTED to. The
thought of dying brought her some pleasure, one of the reasons she
deserved to die... She was a sick little freak.
There was another sharp stab of pain up her arms and her mind
was filled with fire. Sensual stimulation which her mind seemed
incapable of creating, itself. She loved it, but now was not the
time. Now was not the...
It was too late. She closed her eyes as visions swept across
her consciousness. Horrible visions. Flesh, opening up like
blossoming flowers, releasing spores into a dark and organic
atmosphere. The spores, looking for something to feast upon, to
give them the energy to implant themselves into the organic soil.
Finding holes in the reality, and scooping up whatever they found
there, spitting out what was unnecessary.
When she opened her eyes once more, there was no light coming
through the window. It was night again, like the moment she tried
to kill herself. The moment that SHE had come for her, and told her
it was time. But SHE had abandoned her, and that made Yuka feel
utterly worthless. Even her soul was despised by those who saw them
as important.
And then she realised that she was no longer bound to the bed.
She looked down with surprise to find that the straps had been
severed. Clean cut, as if with a knife. Without thinking, she
leapt from the bed and stood on the floor. And almost promptly
collapsed. Her legs were weak, and a sudden wave of nausea and
dizziness took over. She controlled all three with what she would
describe as aplomb, them removed the drip that was linked to her left
arm. She didn't want... need... it.
She made her way from the room, looking around for nurses or
other medical staff. They would only try to stop her from leaving,
and she wanted to be as far from this place as possible. But there
didn't appear to be anyone around.
No, that wasn't true. There were the dead. The dead were
everywhere, wandering as if in shock. Well, they were in shock,
since they were dead, but she knew it to be more than that. Shades
had no place in reality, yet here they were, stumbling around with
nothing to do. No wonder they all looked so dazed and distant.
Yuka wondered if she looked like that. She was ALIVE, though, mores
the pity.
She hated life. Disgusting and visceral. She hated
everything about life. The pain she had to endure during that time
of the month, just because she was female. The dizzy spells, the
nausea, the cramps... That was the worst bit. The cramps almost
completely rendered her helpless. And then there was the bleeding.
SHE must have recognised this, as well, having arrived to take
her just after another bout. And she rejected her. Oh well, at
least it would give her another chance. She HOPED she would be
given another chance.
There was a figure right in front of her. A girl. A girl in
a school uniform. Short with her dark hair in ponytails. No, it
wasn't the living. She was another shade. A recent one, too, by
the looks of things. There was a slight expression of fear in her
eyes, one that Yuka had seen before.
"They got you, didn't they?" She whispered to the shade. The
girl was about to say something, then her eyes glazed over and she
walked through Yuka, disappearing from sight several feet along the
corridor. Yuka stared at where the girl had been, and slowly began
to understand.
It WASN'T all over. SHE had realised this. SHE needed help
to fight, and had chosen Yuka to help her. That's why her
restraints had been cut... SHE had been there and cut them for her.
But Yuka was at a loss to know what she should do.
A hand clamped down on her shoulder. "What the hell..? What
are you doing out of your room?" She could tell it was the nurse
from earlier without actually having to see her. Yuka spun around
and buried her shoulder into the woman's midriff. The nurse went
down, and Yuka leapt over her, hoping with each turn of a corner
that she would find the way out.
She picked up the phone and started to dial. There wasn't
time to lose. She had to start with the girl before it was too late
for her.
She tapped a finger against the side of the phone as it rang.
The soft double-buzz ringing through her ear. It seemed to take
some time to be answered. Maybe there was nobody home.
Then... "Hello? Tsukino residence."
"Ah, hello. Is Usagi-chan in?"
"She's in her room at the moment. I'll get her for you. Hold
on." She heard the receiver of the phone being placed on wherever
it was the phone was sitting, and the sound of footsteps
disappearing. It had been a woman's voice on the other end of the
line. She wondered if it was Usagi's mother. Her REAL mother?
Maybe. Maybe not. People liked to hide a lot of things from their
kids, these days. Hypocrisy at work, of course. Always make the
revelations as absolutely painful as possible, the motto of the
human race. Ah well, at least Usagi had a mother, which was more
than she could say for herself.
It was almost a full minute before she could hear any
approaching footsteps, then... "I'm sorry. She's in the bath at
the moment. Can I get her to call you back?"
"No, that's fine." She sighed. "I'll call again in half an
hour. With any luck she'll have emerged." She paused. "Always
takes long baths, doesn't she?"
"You're telling me." The woman chuckled. "She's my daughter,
I'm afraid. I used to do the same thing at her age."
Yes, I'm sure you did. "Yeah, I know." She smiled. "Anyway,
I'll call back later. Ja ne."
"Bye."
She put down the phone.
Half an hour later.
She pressed the redial button.
"Hello?" the voice that answered this time was younger.
Definitely Usagi this time. Finally got out of the bath.
"Hi, Usagi." She put as much smile into her voice as
possible. "Do you know who this is?"
"Umm..." Usagi seemed unsure.
"No, I don't suppose you do." She grinned. "Well, did you
hear from Mako-chan, that call she received earlier today?"
"Hmm?" There was a pause. "What about that?"
"Well, that was me, and I'm afraid I have some bad things to
tell..." *Click*
Well, that was rude, she thought. The girl didn't even give
her a chance to say anything before she hung up. Not anything of
any importance, of course. Well, she'd just have to make contact
with Usagi in some other way.
Of course, she had just the idea!
Usagi huffed as she dropped down on top of her bed.
"Honestly!" She muttered to herself. Luna, curled up on a nearby
chair, opened an eye, peering at her half-dreamily.
"What is it?" The cat asked. Usagi huffed and turned away
from her.
"Some girl is going around, making nasty prank calls to
people. I don't know how she is getting all of our numbers." She
made another huff. "I'm going to have to ask around about this at
school, tomorrow. Mako-chan was quite upset about it."
"Mako-chan?" Luna raised her head. "Did she get a prank call
from her?"
"yeah, and she was all steamed up about it when she arrived at
Rei's. Haven't seen Mako looking quite so pissed off in a while."
Usagi turned to the cat. "And she just tried me. But I didn't give
her the chance to say anything. I told Mama to make sure she asks
who is calling before she hands the phone to me. Apparently she
also called when I was in the bath. The nerve of the girl." Usagi
cracked her knuckles.
Luna sighed and put her head back down again. "Humans. You
all have this fascination with upsetting each other that I'll never
understand."
"You can talk." Usagi chuckled and reached over to her radio,
switching it on. Music blared through the room, making Luna jump to
her feet in surprise.
"U-SA-GI!"
"Sorry, sorry..." Usagi turned down the volume, sighing. She
rested her head back against the pillow as Luna turned and curled up
once more.
Slowly, the music brought Usagi's temper back down to ground
level, and her eyes started to feel heavy. Then the song ended and
the station logo played. And then...
"Usagi?" Said the female voice.
"Hai?" Usagi said softly, not really paying attention.
"I'm sorry to use such unsubtle means to get in contact with
you, but it seems the phone wasn't going to be to your liking."
Usagi's eyes opened wide and she stared at the radio. "What
did you say?"
"What? What is it now?" Luna looked up from the chair,
annoyed.
"You see, there really isn't any way for you to get away from
me if I really want to talk to you. And no, I'm not a prankster,
either. I have some vitally important things to say to you, mostly
to do with your relationship with Mamo-chan. And, of course, your
family life in general. And if I don't tell you before things are
too late, then I'll never be able to forgive myself. You see..."
Usagi switched the radio off.
The End of Part Six
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au