PLEASURE (Part 8) 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.
Yuka threw the door to the school rooftop open, and felt the
sharp coldness of the wind tear through her. "Miyuki!" She shouted
in her deadpan voice, then froze, and it wasn't because of the wind.
She had been roped into looking for Miyuki, who had charged
out of a conference with the student counsellor, upset and
emotional. Yuka didn't want to look for the bitch, happy that, at
last, the girl who had made her life such a fucking misery was at
last getting some of her own.
Miyuki was standing atop the railing that lined the edge of
the rooftop. It must have taken quite an effort for her to get
there. After the beginning of the Great Japanese Student Suicide
Rush of the 1980's most schools had fenced off the rooftops and,
usually didn't allow the students to frequent such places. Some
schools couldn't help but use the things as there wasn't the land
area for proper school grounds, but Chika-Rikyuu wasn't one of
those, and they had spent quite a lot of effort making sure that
any student that wanted to take the leap would find the task as
difficult as possible.
And now Miyuki was standing atop the three meter fence,
staring solemnly at the ground below. And Yuka had been the one to
find her. "Oh joy." Yuka muttered to herself.
Miyuki turned to her, an expression, not of surprise at being
caught, but of expectation that Yuka would have been the one to find
her, on her face. "Yes." She shouted above the wind. "I know you
aren't going to stop me, or are even going to find someone who will.
That's in your nature." She smiled. Smiled! Something inside Yuka
clicked and she shook her head. Miyuki chuckled. "You're the only
one who understands. You're the only other person who saw what
happened to those students..." She paused. "No, that's not
entirely true. There was that OTHER person."
"What are you waiting for, then?" Yuka shouted back at her.
"If you don't want those things to get you, just jump and be done
with it."
"I could have already gone over before now. But I wanted you
to see. I wanted you to be the one to witness my final moments.
Because I now understand you. I understand why you've always been
the way you are, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me for everything
I've put you through. I hope you gather enough courage to follow me
as soon as possible, before those things get you."
"They didn't get me before, why should that change?" Yuka
sneered as she turned aside to the other figure standing atop the
roof, the girl who had defeated whatever it was that had killed the
students in the school gym, still dressed in her elaborate
priestess-like robes, hands crossed in front of her in a passive
stance, a gentle smile crossing her face. She looked from Miyuki to
Yuka, and back again.
"Don't worry, Miyuki-chan." She said. "Yuka shall follow you
soon, into my loving embrace. Now it is time to go. Please make
haste."
Miyuki nodded, and stepped from the railing into oblivion. At
the same moment the girl vanished in a flash of light, and Yuka was
alone, shivering in the cold wind that blew right through her as if
she was not there.
The cold wind blew right through her as if she were not there.
Yuka opened her eyes to the darkness of night. No, not
entirely dark. There was the pale and equally cold fluorescent
light, blinking at her in its flailing death throes. For a moment
she wondered where she was, and where she had found the clothes she
was currently wearing. The last thing she could remember was making
her escape from the hospital...
She flinched as pain shot down her arms. She tentatively
pulled back on the right sleeve of the dark jacket she was wearing
and studied the bloodied and soiled bandage there. No, it wasn't a
dream. Even she had trouble making up something this miserably
pathetic in her nightly escapades.
Looking down at what she was wearing, she understood why she
was so cold. A short-sleeved shirt and short, pleated skirt weren't
much protection against the elements, even adding the high socks and
black ripplesoles into the bargain. And sitting, as she was, on the
platform of a suburban railway station wasn't the best way to escape
the aforementioned elements, even with the baggy jacket added into
the bargain.
She lifted herself to her feet, leaning against the wall to
steady herself as dizziness momentarily overcame her. What station
was this? How did she get through the entrance turnstiles when she
didn't have any money on her?
Reaching into the pockets of her jacket, she pulled out a
plethora of notes and change. More money than she'd ever had on her
person at any given stage. Literally thousands of Yen, plus a
couple of packets of chewing gum and a chocolate bar. And her train
ticket. She swallowed as she stuffed it all back into the pockets,
except the chocolate bar, which she promptly unwrapped and scoffed
without a second's thought. Nor did she dwell too long on the
previous owner of the clothes, money and associated items, as she
really didn't want to know of their fate, or more correctly her part
in that fate.
She stepped around the wall that had secluded her from the
main section of the platform and peered around. It must have been
fairly late at night as there wasn't a sign of anyone about, not
even the station cleaners or night guard. They were probably
sitting around a small tv, drinking tea in the security office,
wherever that was. The only sound she could hear was the hollow
note of the wind blowing along the platform and the soft but
incessant chatter of radio over the p.a. system.
Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she turned and stepped up
to the edge of the platform, looking up the line to where her train
should make an appearance. There was nothing, yet. She sighed and
stepped from one foot to the other, trying to keep herself warm,
when she noticed a figure standing on the platform on the other side
of the lines.
A girl her own age. Indeed, she was even dressed in a similar
fashion, which spooked her out a bit. The girl was staring down at
the rails, her expression one of despair. A look Yuka had seen
before.
Yuka looked back up the line and saw a train approach. An
express, not stopping at the station, and suddenly something clicked
in Yuka's mind. She turned back to the girl, and saw the figure
floating next to her, her priestess robes billowing around her like
they were blown in some ethereal breeze. SHE was stroking the
girl's face, tenderly. Yuka wanted to say something, to both the
girl and HER, but it was too late. The girl stepped off the
platform seconds before the train was to fly past.
She could hear the explosion of the brakes as the driver
reacted to the events, but it was all too late. There would be
little left of the girl when all was finished. Yuka placed a hand
across her mouth, feeling slightly dizzy and nauseous, events
occurring faster than she was able to take in.
The train continued past, eventually coming to a halt some
100 metres past the platform. Yuka had watched the back of the
train flow past and continued to stare at it as it had stopped, too
scared to see what lay on the rails, when she felt the hand on her
shoulder. She didn't jump or flinch, she knew who it was.
SHE floated above her, smiling warmly at her as she held a
softly glowing sphere of light in her other hand. The spirit of the
girl who had just taken her life. "I know, that was a bit
dramatic." SHE said placatingly. "But we don't always get to
choose the way they die." SHE took her hand away from Yuka's
shoulder and cupped the girl's spirit before her. Yuka watched as
the spirit entered HER lower abdomen, like entering HER womb. There
was a flash around HER body, then SHE opened HER eyes again.
"You didn't take me like that." Yuka whispered. "I failed to
die. Why didn't you take me?"
SHE smiled, as if Yuka had shared some private joke. "You
know, in your heart, the truth. Now I must go. Your train is about
to arrive. It will leave before the emergency call is carried
through to all trains on this line. You shall not be noticed by the
driver, and shall alight at the Juuban station."
"Juuban? Is that where I'm heading?"
"There you shall make contact with a very important young
woman." SHE continued. "I MUST have her spirit. She contains
great powers that will aid me in my fight against the parasites.
Please, help me convince her of the truth. Then, once she and her
friends have united with me, I shall take you." She stroked Yuka's
face, gently. "And remember, I shall always love you, my dearest
friend."
"Friend..." Yuka repeated HER final word as if in a daze. As
SHE disappeared from sight, the warbling note from the p.a.,
signaling the arrival of a train, brought her back to the real
world, and she turned to watch it pull to a stop, its doors opening
automatically. She did not give the station a second glance as she
stepped aboard.
The End of Part Eight
=^.^= 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.
Yuka threw the door to the school rooftop open, and felt the
sharp coldness of the wind tear through her. "Miyuki!" She shouted
in her deadpan voice, then froze, and it wasn't because of the wind.
She had been roped into looking for Miyuki, who had charged
out of a conference with the student counsellor, upset and
emotional. Yuka didn't want to look for the bitch, happy that, at
last, the girl who had made her life such a fucking misery was at
last getting some of her own.
Miyuki was standing atop the railing that lined the edge of
the rooftop. It must have taken quite an effort for her to get
there. After the beginning of the Great Japanese Student Suicide
Rush of the 1980's most schools had fenced off the rooftops and,
usually didn't allow the students to frequent such places. Some
schools couldn't help but use the things as there wasn't the land
area for proper school grounds, but Chika-Rikyuu wasn't one of
those, and they had spent quite a lot of effort making sure that
any student that wanted to take the leap would find the task as
difficult as possible.
And now Miyuki was standing atop the three meter fence,
staring solemnly at the ground below. And Yuka had been the one to
find her. "Oh joy." Yuka muttered to herself.
Miyuki turned to her, an expression, not of surprise at being
caught, but of expectation that Yuka would have been the one to find
her, on her face. "Yes." She shouted above the wind. "I know you
aren't going to stop me, or are even going to find someone who will.
That's in your nature." She smiled. Smiled! Something inside Yuka
clicked and she shook her head. Miyuki chuckled. "You're the only
one who understands. You're the only other person who saw what
happened to those students..." She paused. "No, that's not
entirely true. There was that OTHER person."
"What are you waiting for, then?" Yuka shouted back at her.
"If you don't want those things to get you, just jump and be done
with it."
"I could have already gone over before now. But I wanted you
to see. I wanted you to be the one to witness my final moments.
Because I now understand you. I understand why you've always been
the way you are, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me for everything
I've put you through. I hope you gather enough courage to follow me
as soon as possible, before those things get you."
"They didn't get me before, why should that change?" Yuka
sneered as she turned aside to the other figure standing atop the
roof, the girl who had defeated whatever it was that had killed the
students in the school gym, still dressed in her elaborate
priestess-like robes, hands crossed in front of her in a passive
stance, a gentle smile crossing her face. She looked from Miyuki to
Yuka, and back again.
"Don't worry, Miyuki-chan." She said. "Yuka shall follow you
soon, into my loving embrace. Now it is time to go. Please make
haste."
Miyuki nodded, and stepped from the railing into oblivion. At
the same moment the girl vanished in a flash of light, and Yuka was
alone, shivering in the cold wind that blew right through her as if
she was not there.
The cold wind blew right through her as if she were not there.
Yuka opened her eyes to the darkness of night. No, not
entirely dark. There was the pale and equally cold fluorescent
light, blinking at her in its flailing death throes. For a moment
she wondered where she was, and where she had found the clothes she
was currently wearing. The last thing she could remember was making
her escape from the hospital...
She flinched as pain shot down her arms. She tentatively
pulled back on the right sleeve of the dark jacket she was wearing
and studied the bloodied and soiled bandage there. No, it wasn't a
dream. Even she had trouble making up something this miserably
pathetic in her nightly escapades.
Looking down at what she was wearing, she understood why she
was so cold. A short-sleeved shirt and short, pleated skirt weren't
much protection against the elements, even adding the high socks and
black ripplesoles into the bargain. And sitting, as she was, on the
platform of a suburban railway station wasn't the best way to escape
the aforementioned elements, even with the baggy jacket added into
the bargain.
She lifted herself to her feet, leaning against the wall to
steady herself as dizziness momentarily overcame her. What station
was this? How did she get through the entrance turnstiles when she
didn't have any money on her?
Reaching into the pockets of her jacket, she pulled out a
plethora of notes and change. More money than she'd ever had on her
person at any given stage. Literally thousands of Yen, plus a
couple of packets of chewing gum and a chocolate bar. And her train
ticket. She swallowed as she stuffed it all back into the pockets,
except the chocolate bar, which she promptly unwrapped and scoffed
without a second's thought. Nor did she dwell too long on the
previous owner of the clothes, money and associated items, as she
really didn't want to know of their fate, or more correctly her part
in that fate.
She stepped around the wall that had secluded her from the
main section of the platform and peered around. It must have been
fairly late at night as there wasn't a sign of anyone about, not
even the station cleaners or night guard. They were probably
sitting around a small tv, drinking tea in the security office,
wherever that was. The only sound she could hear was the hollow
note of the wind blowing along the platform and the soft but
incessant chatter of radio over the p.a. system.
Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she turned and stepped up
to the edge of the platform, looking up the line to where her train
should make an appearance. There was nothing, yet. She sighed and
stepped from one foot to the other, trying to keep herself warm,
when she noticed a figure standing on the platform on the other side
of the lines.
A girl her own age. Indeed, she was even dressed in a similar
fashion, which spooked her out a bit. The girl was staring down at
the rails, her expression one of despair. A look Yuka had seen
before.
Yuka looked back up the line and saw a train approach. An
express, not stopping at the station, and suddenly something clicked
in Yuka's mind. She turned back to the girl, and saw the figure
floating next to her, her priestess robes billowing around her like
they were blown in some ethereal breeze. SHE was stroking the
girl's face, tenderly. Yuka wanted to say something, to both the
girl and HER, but it was too late. The girl stepped off the
platform seconds before the train was to fly past.
She could hear the explosion of the brakes as the driver
reacted to the events, but it was all too late. There would be
little left of the girl when all was finished. Yuka placed a hand
across her mouth, feeling slightly dizzy and nauseous, events
occurring faster than she was able to take in.
The train continued past, eventually coming to a halt some
100 metres past the platform. Yuka had watched the back of the
train flow past and continued to stare at it as it had stopped, too
scared to see what lay on the rails, when she felt the hand on her
shoulder. She didn't jump or flinch, she knew who it was.
SHE floated above her, smiling warmly at her as she held a
softly glowing sphere of light in her other hand. The spirit of the
girl who had just taken her life. "I know, that was a bit
dramatic." SHE said placatingly. "But we don't always get to
choose the way they die." SHE took her hand away from Yuka's
shoulder and cupped the girl's spirit before her. Yuka watched as
the spirit entered HER lower abdomen, like entering HER womb. There
was a flash around HER body, then SHE opened HER eyes again.
"You didn't take me like that." Yuka whispered. "I failed to
die. Why didn't you take me?"
SHE smiled, as if Yuka had shared some private joke. "You
know, in your heart, the truth. Now I must go. Your train is about
to arrive. It will leave before the emergency call is carried
through to all trains on this line. You shall not be noticed by the
driver, and shall alight at the Juuban station."
"Juuban? Is that where I'm heading?"
"There you shall make contact with a very important young
woman." SHE continued. "I MUST have her spirit. She contains
great powers that will aid me in my fight against the parasites.
Please, help me convince her of the truth. Then, once she and her
friends have united with me, I shall take you." She stroked Yuka's
face, gently. "And remember, I shall always love you, my dearest
friend."
"Friend..." Yuka repeated HER final word as if in a daze. As
SHE disappeared from sight, the warbling note from the p.a.,
signaling the arrival of a train, brought her back to the real
world, and she turned to watch it pull to a stop, its doors opening
automatically. She did not give the station a second glance as she
stepped aboard.
The End of Part Eight
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au