Wouldn't Harm a Fly, a sailor moon fanfic

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A Sailor Moon Darkfic

(Our Very First Darkfic

If You Don't Count Sailor Moon L):

Wouldn't Harm a Fly

For the first time ever, I didn't think. I just acted. It was easy, following the computer. Just run. Don't think about what you found back in that alley... the white stains, the red stains, the grey lumps, the white shards... NO!

There! That house! I knew that house!

It was Daiki's house. I was surprised, for a moment. I knew he'd had a crush on her. He and his friend, Yuiichiro, though the name was a coincidence. She'd never thought much of them, of course. They were friends of mine, other brains who did nothing but study. I'd even been in the house. So it didn't bother me to run up the front steps and throw open the door. Not that it would have, anyway.

I put away the computer, leaving just the visor to let me find them. It was more than enough. They were in the bathroom.

When I threw open the door, they both jumped like they'd been caught in the middle of cleaning up after a murder. Which they had.

Daiki's eyes went wide, and he said, "What the fuck-?" I guess he wasn't expecting a Sailor Senshi to come after him.

I didn't give him time to say more. My first punch caught him right in the nose, and I felt it crack. Blood sprayed on my glove, and the rest of my uniform as well as I followed through, just like Makoto had taught me. He staggered back and thudded against the wall, eyes wide and clutching his nose.

I also didn't give him time to recover. I backhanded him across the face, hard, and again, I felt something snap. And then I hit him again, and again, and again...

"Fuck! Stop! STOP!"

I stopped, and looked at Yuiichiro. Then I looked back at Daiki. He didn't really have a face anymore. I let the body slump to the ground.

I looked at Yuiichiro again. "Why?" I asked. As I looked at him I noticed drops of liquid on my visor. Interesting, considering it was energy.

"Why what? I don't know what you're talking about!" he said fearfully.

My gaze bored into his eyes. He couldn't seem to look away. "Why?" I asked again.

"We... we... we didn't mean to, we didn't mean for her to hit her head, we just..."

"Just what?"

"Just wanted, wanted- She shouldn't have teased us all the time!" He glanced at his friend. "I mean, worn such short skirts, and, and-"

I hit him. I figured that had been why, but I had wanted to know. My arm rose and fell until it got tired.

As I stood panting there, I was vaguely aware that there was someone behind me. About time he'd gotten here.

After a moment, the man in the tuxedo and cape stepped past me with his cane out. It rose, and fell hard, removing from the objects he struck the last resemblance to human heads.

I walked past the others on my way out. They were waiting for Mamoru to finish. I don't know if they wanted their turn, or what.

I didn't know anything, anymore.

Fin

Author's notes: Real short, I know. Pretty fucking crappy, too. Not at all up to my usual standards; but then, I've never written a clichéd darkfic like this before. I'm sorry I had to.

That being said, I did have to. I blame Chris Davies; I was reading some of his stories when the idea popped into my head. I couldn't really think about anything else until I got it written, and, well, I'll post anything that might bring me broader readership. That being said, this is a pretty bad fic, so again, I'm sorry.