Raven Dream

By: Ashma Daeva

Note/Disclaimer: Everything in italics are characters thoughts. I own none of the Sailormoon characters, anybody with Angelic/Demonic names besides Yaten and Haruka are generally real people and I got their permission to use them in this fanfic. This is a sequel to Of Crows and Doves. It is suggested that you read that before this, or else you might be a little lost on some of the issues in this. Beware that this one is colder and harsher than Of Crows and Doves, I'll spoil you and say Seiya doesn't have a huge part right now – so, don't get your hopes up.
Warnings: Alternate Universe | Strong/Mild Language | Murder and Violence | Drug Abuse, Addiction, and Habituation

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"Feel so powerful,
Feel so high,
Feel so numb,
Tell them all that you're okay,
Keep telling them that lie.

I am the victim,
Of Heroin and Phencyclidine.
Laugh and then turn around and cry.
These substances are what cause the Angel of Death,
To breathe right down my neck."
~Me [Ashma Daeva], written March 21st, "Smack and Angeldust"

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Trip 1 | Black Lilies
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"I don't need the drugs, the alcohol, or even the slightest twinge of that attitude. I just want you to know how much I'm sorry."

"You promise?"

"I'll take a beating from my own body, but I promise you that."


Yaten's green eyes gazed against the clean, pale blue carpet of her bedroom. She swallowed heavy and bit her lip hard, clutching the piece of paper in her hand tightly. "No, no. It's been a month now. I won't ever look back to it. Not now. Not ever. I promised. I promised mother, I promised him, I promised my friends," she whimpered out.

Perhaps, sometimes, I regretted everything. But even regret gets you nowhere. Only a will to find a way gets you beyond invisible shackles. And I simply don't have that.

"Dragon Tears," she murmured, he knuckles turning white, the muscles under her smooth pale skin tensing and shifting. "What if I don't have that will?" Yaten put the 'letter' into her pocket, reached down, and picked up the box from where it rested next to her feet. She put it on top of her soft comforters and dug through the numerous pieces of clothing. Her eyes almost had a look of joy as she reached the thick black fabric of X's trench coat in which he almost never wore and had given to her for whenever she had gotten cold.

"Koukou," Michiko called from behind Yaten's door. "Are you okay in there? You're awfully quiet," she said, her eyebrows creased in worry. Yaten sighed.

"I'm fine, mom! Please, just leave me be!"

"At least tell me what you're doing in there," Michiko said. Yaten snorted.

"What do you assume I'm doing?!" Yaten scowled, holding the fabric against her body. "It's not like I'm getting high in here." Michiko sighed.

"I just worry sometimes," she replied, pushing her weight off of Yaten's door and walking down the hall. Yaten licked her lips and stood up, and she stood in front of her door. She reached out and opened the door slowly, leaning her way out of her room to look both ways of her mother.

"Good," she muttered and quickly walked across the wall, walking down the start quickly. She grabbed her shoes off the floor and held them in her arms, opening the door to the outside. She stepped one foot out of the house and looked around in the house again over her shoulder. "Mother, forgive me. But how you have to realize, promises don't last forever," she muttered as she walked out, softly closing the door behind herself. She allowed the cool air to nip at her skin before he walked down the steps that led to the door and walk to the sidewalk. "Weak," she said. "I'm too weak. Too vulnerable. I have to get away from here. I need to get away from mistrust and headaches and the painfulness of her aching heart. I need the so-called 'wonder drug'. I need it to help me get away. Need it to forget – even if it's for a mere few seconds." Yaten slipped her arms through the sleeves of the coat and shivered of the cold. "I just can't take it any more."

She sighed and scanned her eyes of the street. "Oh god, can't I change?" She sighed and closed her eyes for a minute. It just creates unstable euphoria and makes me slowly lose my mind. She opened her eyes and scanned her eyes over the old buildings that were different shades of colors due to old past graffiti. "But that doesn't matter," she said to herself. "If it make me lose my mind, that's just to bad. Than I shall be insane." She looked around for anybody she had recognized, a frown marring her lips. "Seems different," she murmured. "Without 'my dear' Lady Caine here with me," she said, sarcasm oozing out of her voice. She continued walking down the sidewalk, her eyes scanning over the several teenagers. She grunted in disgust of those who were leaning against walls, throwing up of withdrawal or drug impurities or hangovers from being drunk the night before.

"No need to be bitter," a sultry voice said. Yaten narrowed her eyes and looked around.

"You found familiar."

"Nice of you to recognize my voice in the slightest, Lime Acid, now if you don't mind my asking, why are you here?" Yaten narrowed her eyes.

"Noir Étoile… How did you get out of your trouble that was 'gently' graced upon you? And where the hell are you anyway?" she demanded. Noir Étoile sighed lazily and stepped out of the shadows of the alleyway. Yaten ran her eyes over him. No different than before, except his long hair was tied back into a long ponytail. She lifted an eyebrow as he broke out into a grin.

"Before they had arrested me, for about a couple weeks or so, I had stopped taking any drug despite withdrawal to try and help myself. So when they basically did my drug test, they came out with nothing. In my house, they found nothing. And there weren't any witnesses to the 'drug dealing' that Lady Caine had claimed I did. And by the way," he said, leaning back on the brick wall, digging his hands through his pocket to dig out a pack of cigarettes. "There is no 'Noir Étoile' anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Everybody's names were 'upgraded', you could say. Except for the newbies who barley know anything of the place." Yaten nodded.

"So then you're name is…?"

"Hakael. Let's make a deal," he said. "Let's pretend 'Noir Étoile' never existed, and start on a new foot. So get rid of that fucking attitude or else I will seriously rip off your head and shove it up your ass, so you can truly be an inner prep of your kind," he replied sharply. Yaten placed a hand over her mouth, trying to cover the grin that was gracing her lips.

"Fine," she muttered behind her hand.

"Are you staying?" Yaten nodded – almost hesitating. "Than you can't stay as Lime Acid, you realize." Yaten nodded again. "What am I gonna name you?" Hakael frowned in contemplation. "Well," he finally said. "By the looks of it, and as sad as it seems, you are slowly but surely developing into a mini Lady Caine. I think I'll name you… Obyzouth," he concluded. Yaten blinked.

"Any specific reason for that?" Hakael shrugged.

"Just a female fallen angel that typically kills children." Yaten almost snickered. "And, well, we've only really gained one new person, but she's been here for a while since you've left."

"…It's only been four weeks, asshole," Yaten replied. Hakael shrugged.

"Than she's been here three. She's a little older than you," he said, poking Yaten. "But I think you'll like her. She's cool. Snappy sometimes, but cool. Give her time," he said. Yaten got a a small look of irritance.

"What's her name?"

"Tenoh Haruka." Yaten sighed.

"And her codename?"

"Semyaza. And you will get along with her. Now come on," Hakael said and grabbed one of Yaten's hands, beginning to walk down the sidewalk. "We need to get you right back into the swing of things." Yaten blinked, surprised by Hakael's eagerness.

"But I've got no cash on me!" Hakael snorted.

"So? Prostitute yourself or something. I'll buy your first hit for you or something, okay?" Yaten could only nod, being dragged so much that she was stumbling over her own feet. "Perhaps I should give you morphine or something instead of heroin. That's pretty bad to just slap heroin down somebody."

"Yes father," Yaten said, grunting. Hakael grinned.

"No need to thank me, dear," he said. Yaten merely shook her head. This would be interesting.

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"Lay back low,
Close your eyes.
Sooner or later you're going to die,
I'm sure this by now you truly realize.
Because I feel what you feel: sheer pain,
Of the deadly toxin that enters and invades my brain."
~Me [Ashma Daeva], April 14th, "Heroin Intake"


We'll meet again someday in the midst of our misery…