PLEASURE (Part 7) 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.
"Normal?" Usagi almost spluttered the words down the phone at
Makoto. "I'd say having someone talk to you through a radio is
pretty far from normal, wouldn't you say?"
"Are you SURE it wasn't just your imagination, I mean..."
"I know what I heard, Mako-chan. The same damn person who
spoke to me, earlier. The person who said they had spoken to you.
It's got me so freaked out I can't sleep." Usagi peered over her
shoulder. Most of the house was now in darkness, save for a light
that shone from the kitchen. The darkness made Usagi feel rather
vulnerable. "Luna has spent the last hour trying to calm me down.
Even Mama was concerned about me."
"Well, I dunno. I mean, maybe it wasn't directed at you. Who
knows, it WAS over the radio." Makoto paused. "Did she... get to
say anything to you... Anything that you might regard as... I
dunno, kinda odd."
"Kinda odd?" Usagi's tone raised a few notches, then subsided
as she reminded herself everyone else in the house was asleep. "I'd
say it is odd, wouldn't you?"
"May I say something about this?" Said the voice on the line.
Usagi almost leapt across the room. "I'm sorry for butting in on
your private conversation like this, but it seems to me the both of
you are rather mistaken about my intentions."
"Who the hell is that?" Makoto asked, slowly.
"It's her." Usagi whispered, swallowing. "She's cut into our
line."
"Impossible." Makoto growled. "That's just not..."
"Of course it is possible." The voice sounded both tired and
amused. Well, perhaps amused was the wrong word for it, Usagi
thought to herself. More cheerfully resigned. "I'm talking to you
both, and this isn't a party line, I can assure you. Now, where was
I?"
"You can start by shutting up and going away!" Makoto spat.
"The last thing I want to hear is anything more from you."
"Oh honestly, Mako-chan. All I said to you was that your new
boyfriend wants to use you like a piece of meat, just like your..."
"SHUTUP!" Makoto shouted, violently. "SHUTUP SHUTUP SHUTUP!
What the HELL do YOU know?" Usagi lifted the earpiece away from her
head, and even then she could hear Makoto clearly.
"Mako-chan..." Usagi whispered into the mouthpiece.
"She knows nothing!" Makoto addressed her. "She knows
nothing about anything. She doesn't understand, and I won't listen
to her."
"Pity." The voice sighed. "Anyway, about your boyfriend,
Usagi. Chiba Mamoru. I just wanted to ask you... Is he entirely
satisfied with you?"
"Don't listen to her, Usagi! Don't answer anything she asks
you!" Makoto leapt in immediately. Usagi was stuck for words.
"Yes yes yes." The voice condescended Makoto, then returned
to Usagi. "I know he gave you that silver ring. Pure silver, as it
happens. Nice and simple. I was given something like that by one
of my lovers, once. It was given in guilt, though. He was cheating
on me with one of my friends."
"Don't listen to her, Usagi!"
"I'm not." Usagi's tone became angry. "I know what you're
trying to do."
"You do?" The voice questioned, amused.
"You're trying to plant the seeds of doubt into our minds,
about our loves and friendships. But we're not like that, you know.
You can't destroy those bonds. Now leave this line and let us
return to our conversation. In fact, go away and never come back,
whomever or whatever you are."
"Ah well, it was worth a try." The voice chuckled. "Anyway,
you might like to ask Sailormercury about Tuxedo Ka... Oops, I mean
Ami about Mamoru." The voice chuckled darkly at the silence that
followed. "Oh yes, I know EXACTLY who you all are. You think you
can defend yourselves against me with those strong emotional bonds
of destiny, but I'm afraid I'm a lot better than that. And..." The
voice paused, dramatically. "...There is nothing in your retinue of
powers that can stop what I must do. And I do it all for your own
good. Talk to you later. Ja ne."
And with that, the line went silent. Apart from a quiet
sobbing that Usagi could hear from the other end of the line.
The rain was pelting down by the time Usagi reached the door
of Makoto's apartment, and she was soaking wet. But she didn't feel
a thing as she belted against that barrier between herself and her
friend.
The door was flung open from the other side, and she felt long
arms grabbing hold of her, and Makoto's greater weight throwing the
both of them to the ground. Usagi was so surprised at first that
she wondered if she was being attacked by some new demonic enemy,
and was relieved to see that it was only Makoto.
Only the girl was crying. Sobbing on Usagi's shoulder, and
Usagi was left dumbfounded as to what could have driven the girl
into a fit of tears such as this. She put her arms around Makoto
and consoled her, eventually rocking her back and forth like a
mother trying to calm a frightened child.
After a minute or so, and a few strange looks from Makoto's
neighbour, Usagi guided Makoto to her feet and walked her back into
her apartment, closing the door behind her with a foot. Now Makoto,
having returned to the 'safety' of her, lead Usagi to the sofa in
the living room, sitting herself down as Usagi knelt before her,
trying to look into the taller girl's face, into her eyes.
"I'm sorry..." Makoto croaked. "It's so stupid of me, to
drag you out at this time of the night."
"It's okay." Usagi placed a hand on Makoto's face. "Papa
will scold me for barging past him as he got home from work and not
telling him where I was going. But it doesn't matter." She smiled,
trying to raise Makoto's spirits. "I can't leave one of my friends
in the lurch when they're hurting, for whatever reason."
"It's so hard to think." Makoto shook her head. "Hearing
that voice. Something about it put me on edge. Everything she said
drew out the very worst emotions within me. I just couldn't help
it. I just could help myself."
"What is it, Mako-chan? What about what she said to you hurt
you this way?" Usagi pleaded with her. At first, Makoto shook her
head again, not wanting to say any more, but a look from Usagi's
eyes melted that wall almost immediately.
"It was true."
"What was?"
"What she said... About my old sempai."
Usagi chewed that bit of information over, trying to make some
sense of it in context. "What about your old sempai? Did she say
something about him?"
"I stopped her... When she cut in on the call between us.
She said my new boyfriend, the guy I met at the cooking classes, was
just like him. Just like HIM!" Makoto's tears started anew. "We
had a relationship. I was only thirteen at the time, but without my
parents I needed someone to link onto... someone I felt would care
about me. Not just a friend, but someone who knew me intimately."
Usagi swallowed. "You slept with him?" Makoto nodded,
mutely. "Well, it's... It's not as if that should have come as a
surprise, or anything, the way you go on about him and all."
"That's the point." Makoto shivered. "I don't know if I
could stand having that happen to me again. Spending every night,
lying beside the man I love, wondering if he feels the same way
about me. Just thinking about it, now... Almost makes me feel
cheap. Dirty..."
"Mako-chan..." Usagi swallowed. "At that time you didn't
have anyone to care for you, to look out for you, so how could you
have known any better? Why beat yourself up about it just because
some weirdo reminds you of it?"
"I don't know. I just don't know. There was something in her
voice. It seemed to eat away at the very core of my being, remind
me of feelings I thought I'd long buried. Reminding me, perhaps, of
how much I LIKED the idea that I was being used, of how much in that
relationship I'd instigated without really being responsible for my
actions. Or worse... The fact that he was SO much older than me."
"How much older?" Usagi couldn't help but ask. The
conversation seemed to be heading this way by itself, as if Makoto
was using it to confess sins long kept secret.
"He was... He was 25."
Usagi decided that this was a good point to call her parents.
The End of Part Seven
=^.^= 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.
"Normal?" Usagi almost spluttered the words down the phone at
Makoto. "I'd say having someone talk to you through a radio is
pretty far from normal, wouldn't you say?"
"Are you SURE it wasn't just your imagination, I mean..."
"I know what I heard, Mako-chan. The same damn person who
spoke to me, earlier. The person who said they had spoken to you.
It's got me so freaked out I can't sleep." Usagi peered over her
shoulder. Most of the house was now in darkness, save for a light
that shone from the kitchen. The darkness made Usagi feel rather
vulnerable. "Luna has spent the last hour trying to calm me down.
Even Mama was concerned about me."
"Well, I dunno. I mean, maybe it wasn't directed at you. Who
knows, it WAS over the radio." Makoto paused. "Did she... get to
say anything to you... Anything that you might regard as... I
dunno, kinda odd."
"Kinda odd?" Usagi's tone raised a few notches, then subsided
as she reminded herself everyone else in the house was asleep. "I'd
say it is odd, wouldn't you?"
"May I say something about this?" Said the voice on the line.
Usagi almost leapt across the room. "I'm sorry for butting in on
your private conversation like this, but it seems to me the both of
you are rather mistaken about my intentions."
"Who the hell is that?" Makoto asked, slowly.
"It's her." Usagi whispered, swallowing. "She's cut into our
line."
"Impossible." Makoto growled. "That's just not..."
"Of course it is possible." The voice sounded both tired and
amused. Well, perhaps amused was the wrong word for it, Usagi
thought to herself. More cheerfully resigned. "I'm talking to you
both, and this isn't a party line, I can assure you. Now, where was
I?"
"You can start by shutting up and going away!" Makoto spat.
"The last thing I want to hear is anything more from you."
"Oh honestly, Mako-chan. All I said to you was that your new
boyfriend wants to use you like a piece of meat, just like your..."
"SHUTUP!" Makoto shouted, violently. "SHUTUP SHUTUP SHUTUP!
What the HELL do YOU know?" Usagi lifted the earpiece away from her
head, and even then she could hear Makoto clearly.
"Mako-chan..." Usagi whispered into the mouthpiece.
"She knows nothing!" Makoto addressed her. "She knows
nothing about anything. She doesn't understand, and I won't listen
to her."
"Pity." The voice sighed. "Anyway, about your boyfriend,
Usagi. Chiba Mamoru. I just wanted to ask you... Is he entirely
satisfied with you?"
"Don't listen to her, Usagi! Don't answer anything she asks
you!" Makoto leapt in immediately. Usagi was stuck for words.
"Yes yes yes." The voice condescended Makoto, then returned
to Usagi. "I know he gave you that silver ring. Pure silver, as it
happens. Nice and simple. I was given something like that by one
of my lovers, once. It was given in guilt, though. He was cheating
on me with one of my friends."
"Don't listen to her, Usagi!"
"I'm not." Usagi's tone became angry. "I know what you're
trying to do."
"You do?" The voice questioned, amused.
"You're trying to plant the seeds of doubt into our minds,
about our loves and friendships. But we're not like that, you know.
You can't destroy those bonds. Now leave this line and let us
return to our conversation. In fact, go away and never come back,
whomever or whatever you are."
"Ah well, it was worth a try." The voice chuckled. "Anyway,
you might like to ask Sailormercury about Tuxedo Ka... Oops, I mean
Ami about Mamoru." The voice chuckled darkly at the silence that
followed. "Oh yes, I know EXACTLY who you all are. You think you
can defend yourselves against me with those strong emotional bonds
of destiny, but I'm afraid I'm a lot better than that. And..." The
voice paused, dramatically. "...There is nothing in your retinue of
powers that can stop what I must do. And I do it all for your own
good. Talk to you later. Ja ne."
And with that, the line went silent. Apart from a quiet
sobbing that Usagi could hear from the other end of the line.
The rain was pelting down by the time Usagi reached the door
of Makoto's apartment, and she was soaking wet. But she didn't feel
a thing as she belted against that barrier between herself and her
friend.
The door was flung open from the other side, and she felt long
arms grabbing hold of her, and Makoto's greater weight throwing the
both of them to the ground. Usagi was so surprised at first that
she wondered if she was being attacked by some new demonic enemy,
and was relieved to see that it was only Makoto.
Only the girl was crying. Sobbing on Usagi's shoulder, and
Usagi was left dumbfounded as to what could have driven the girl
into a fit of tears such as this. She put her arms around Makoto
and consoled her, eventually rocking her back and forth like a
mother trying to calm a frightened child.
After a minute or so, and a few strange looks from Makoto's
neighbour, Usagi guided Makoto to her feet and walked her back into
her apartment, closing the door behind her with a foot. Now Makoto,
having returned to the 'safety' of her, lead Usagi to the sofa in
the living room, sitting herself down as Usagi knelt before her,
trying to look into the taller girl's face, into her eyes.
"I'm sorry..." Makoto croaked. "It's so stupid of me, to
drag you out at this time of the night."
"It's okay." Usagi placed a hand on Makoto's face. "Papa
will scold me for barging past him as he got home from work and not
telling him where I was going. But it doesn't matter." She smiled,
trying to raise Makoto's spirits. "I can't leave one of my friends
in the lurch when they're hurting, for whatever reason."
"It's so hard to think." Makoto shook her head. "Hearing
that voice. Something about it put me on edge. Everything she said
drew out the very worst emotions within me. I just couldn't help
it. I just could help myself."
"What is it, Mako-chan? What about what she said to you hurt
you this way?" Usagi pleaded with her. At first, Makoto shook her
head again, not wanting to say any more, but a look from Usagi's
eyes melted that wall almost immediately.
"It was true."
"What was?"
"What she said... About my old sempai."
Usagi chewed that bit of information over, trying to make some
sense of it in context. "What about your old sempai? Did she say
something about him?"
"I stopped her... When she cut in on the call between us.
She said my new boyfriend, the guy I met at the cooking classes, was
just like him. Just like HIM!" Makoto's tears started anew. "We
had a relationship. I was only thirteen at the time, but without my
parents I needed someone to link onto... someone I felt would care
about me. Not just a friend, but someone who knew me intimately."
Usagi swallowed. "You slept with him?" Makoto nodded,
mutely. "Well, it's... It's not as if that should have come as a
surprise, or anything, the way you go on about him and all."
"That's the point." Makoto shivered. "I don't know if I
could stand having that happen to me again. Spending every night,
lying beside the man I love, wondering if he feels the same way
about me. Just thinking about it, now... Almost makes me feel
cheap. Dirty..."
"Mako-chan..." Usagi swallowed. "At that time you didn't
have anyone to care for you, to look out for you, so how could you
have known any better? Why beat yourself up about it just because
some weirdo reminds you of it?"
"I don't know. I just don't know. There was something in her
voice. It seemed to eat away at the very core of my being, remind
me of feelings I thought I'd long buried. Reminding me, perhaps, of
how much I LIKED the idea that I was being used, of how much in that
relationship I'd instigated without really being responsible for my
actions. Or worse... The fact that he was SO much older than me."
"How much older?" Usagi couldn't help but ask. The
conversation seemed to be heading this way by itself, as if Makoto
was using it to confess sins long kept secret.
"He was... He was 25."
Usagi decided that this was a good point to call her parents.
The End of Part Seven
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au