Raven Dream
By: Her Mad Mattress the Morphine Fairy

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 – besides Michael, and Lahatiel, considering they're dead.
Warnings: Alternate Universe | Strong/Mild Language | Murder and Violence | Drug Abuse, Addiction, and Habituation

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"The only thing I ever expected out of you Obyzouth was for you to act alive every now and then."
~Dommiel, July 23rd, 2002

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Trip 3 | Evil Archangel
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Yaten gazed out of the window on the local city bus, the reflection of her lime green eyes staring straight back at her. She sighed and leaned her cheek against her fist, an obvious sign of boredom. She stared at the old graffiti as if it were just another masterpiece of pollution in the world. "You're simply fascinated by the outside world aren't you?" Yaten jerked her head up to Haruka, the question interrupting her momentary bliss.

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't be, she mentally said. But she just looked up at Haruka, a frown marring her lips. "No," she stiffly answered verbally. Haruka looked down at her and lifted an eyebrow in question.

"Why so cold, doll?" Yaten snorted.

"If she's around you I could see why. What she sees of the world should be cherished – nothing ever lasts too long. Around here at least it doesn't." Haruka blinked and lifted her head, looking around. "Excuse me, did I intrude upon your conversation?" Haruka's eyes fell upon a tall, lanky figure.

"And who are you?"  The stranger smirked, bright orange bangs falling in his eyes. He threw back long braids of hair over his shoulder.

"Do names matter? Right now is all I'm know as to you is the bastard who interrupted the conversation that was going absolutely nowhere."

"Suits you enough," Haruka said bitterly, a scowl crossing over her facial features. Yaten smiled at the sarcasm and stared up at him.

"Indeed," he said.

"What's your name?" The stranger looked down at Yaten.

"Michael, it's my real and nickname for you junkies," he said quietly and averted his eyes to staring out the window.

"You look vaguely familiar," Yaten said. Michael frowned and shrugged lazily.


"I don't understand how," he lied. "I'm never around here."

"I don't see where you see a resemblance to anybody else, Obyzouth."

"But I do," Yaten pressed. "He looks like Dommiel." Michael ground his teeth together.

"I'll be damned if I do." Yaten bit her lip and narrowed her eyes.

"Why are you getting so worked up over it anyway?" Michael looked up at Haruka.

"You must seriously not know what the meaning of being polite is."

"And you do?" Haruka clenched her fist. Michael smirked.

"No, I don't. But at least I admit it."

"Ne, Michael," Yaten waited until she gained his full attention. "If you're not around here, how would you know what Dommiel looks like in the first place?" Michael winced.

"Just drop it," he muttered.

"No I wont drop it, damnit!" Michael blinked.

Never ignore a heroin abusers words, he mentally reminded himself. "Alright, alright, I'll talk. You're making me feel like in a goddamn confessional," he muttered. He glared at Haruka one more time before staring at Yaten. "He's my little brother. Period."

"You liar," Haruka snapped.

"What's there to lie about?" He turned his eyes back to the outside world that seemed to give him too much pain than he had ever asked for.

"He never mentioned you," Yaten said.

"There was nothing to mention."

"I want proof that you're his older brother," Haruka snapped out. Michael simply sighed.

"I was the one who forced speed into his body, and I guess it was more potent than I expected and he wanted it over and over again. I was never around, and to be honest, his other brother* found out and was tempted to tell mom and dad about it," he said. He toyed with one of the many braids in his hair. "I guess he did, it was beyond both Dommiel and I how both mom and dad found out, but they did, and kicked him out of the house. He really had no place to go. The only people he knew were oneshot dealers. But all in all, he had managed to meet up with Asmodeus – or X as you all so affectionately called him – and gained a place to stay through him. That's when he met Lady Caine and hated her right from day one*." Haruka stuttered for a minute and then clamped her mouth shut. "Is that suitable enough for you?" he asked bitterly. Haruka grunted and just sat down, crossing her arms.

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from way across the country*." Yaten bit her lip.

"Do you have a place to stay?" Michael shook his head. "You can stay wi-"

"Obyzouth, both you and I know that Hakael wouldn't-"

"Shut up," Yaten snapped at Haruka. "You don't live there. I do. And I'll do whatever the hell I want."

"Narcissistic spoiled bat," Haruka mumbled.

"Would you want to?" Michael snickered.

"I can't be in the same room as Hakael."

"Good, go away and spare us the bloodshed," Haruka said gruffly. Yaten's nails dug into the seat and Michael backed away slightly

"Semyaza, shut the fuck up! Michael, you're going to come with me to Hakael's, got it?!" Haruka snorted.

"Yes ma'am," Michael muttered. Haruka lifted her gaze to Michael, opening her mouth only shutting when Yaten glared at her. Angry heroin addicts were not the best people in the world, especially ones who had short tempers before they were addicted to the heroin.

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"Hakael! I'm home!"

"God save me," he muttered while flipping through the channels on the television. He sighed and spoke up, "Welcome home!"

"I've got a surprise you," Yaten said. Hakael could barely make out what she was saying from her spot in the hallway.

"Oh really?"

"You've gotta close your eyes, Hakael."

"But-"

"Just shut them!" Hakael sighed and shut his eyes. Yaten walked into the living room, dragging an unwilling Michael, Haruka trailing behind. "Hmm… Now you can open them." Hakael opened his eyes slowly, fearing what was to come.

"…No…" He stared right at Michael. "No, no, no!"

"Can we keep him?" Haruka snickered.

"No! Michael, get out of my house!" Michael blinked.

"But-"

"Out!"

"Can't we just forget the past*?" He smiled, finding suddenly difficult to do that task.

"No."

"Come on, Hakael," Yaten pleaded. "He has no place to stay!" Hakael sighed.

"Fine. He can stay. But you," he turned his piercing gaze to Haruka. "Get out of my house."

"Its technically Lucifer's* house."

"Get out! Lahatiel called and he sounded really pissed and blew up at me over you when I didn't even know where the fuck you were! Leave!" Haruka sighed and stood up.

"See ya tomorrow, kid," Haruka said and ruffled Yaten hair, only to receive a growl back. And stopped next to Michael and snapped her teeth at him. He gave her and odd look as she walked into the hallway and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. Yaten winced.

"Great," Hakael muttered. "More door hinges to replace." Hakael glanced up at Michael. "You're not sleeping in my room. I'd be afraid you'd rape me or something. Stay in Obyzouth's room."

"…Why my room?"

"He's your pet, Obyzouth," Hakael said sarcastically, picking up his windbreaker. He dug through all the pockets until he pulled out a syringe and elastic band. "I only prepared this maybe five minutes before you came home. Be careful – there's morphine in it." He threw both at Yaten.

"You allow it?" Michael watched as Yaten tied the elastic band around her arm.

"You can take away the heroin from the addict, but that wont take away the addiction," Hakael replied. He sighed and leaned back into the chair.

"But it'd bring the abuser one step closer to freedom wouldn't it?" Hakael shrugged.

"You forget sometimes that you've corrupted several people, Michael, including me." Michael just stared as the light brown fluid* was pushed into Yaten's vein.

"But heroin…" Yaten looked up at Michael.

"You speak deep words considering you're a meth manufacturer.*" Michael inwardly winced.

"Perhaps, Obyzouth… Perhaps I do."

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"…And I'll slow come to this realization...
That it's me who stands here,
Feet planted on the warm, red carpet.
And realize all over again that's it's just me,
Standing over my own marble casket
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~Me [Obyzouth/Morphine Fairy], July 14, 2002, "Marble Casket"

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Notes

#1.) Originally, I wasn't going to stick Dommiel's other brother in here. But he told me too, cause no matter what he did he couldn't run away from the fact that he was a failure compared to his 'duplicate'. Dommiel consistently refers to his brother as the smart one who didn't get into bad things, and the 'family favorite' that never got slapped around my both Dommiel and Michael.

#2.) "They hated each other from day one." That's quite literally. In Dommiel's life story he wrote (and is writing all over again) he thoroughly explained how he hated Monsieur (In this fic, Lady) Caine right from day one. When Dommiel finishes writing and I type the whole thing up, he's allowing me to post it. So sometime in the next month or two, you will be able to get to see everything through the actual Dommiel's eyes.

#3.) When Michael said he was from on the other side of the country when I met him, that meant he was form California considering I live in New Jersey slums. I don't care what country you base this fic in, because I never gave a specific area, just let it be known that Michael is not local.

#4.) The past being the fact that Michael turned around Hakael and made him literally into a crack cocaine addict.

#5.) Lucifer has not been introduced yet, and at this point, Yaten doesn't have an awareness of his either. When Hakael welcomed me into the house, Lucifer was away at Baltimore, Maryland.

#6.) The fluid color of any drug you shoot up on really ranges, though heroin and morphine is most really know for the varied liquid and powder colors, and occasionally you'll hear about cocaine being like that. I remember the liquid color vividly from that night. The hues of the liquid tend to run from clear to dark brown.

#7.) I was stupid when I said this years ago, because I realized that whether one is making a synthetic drug such as ecstasy, GHB, LSD, methamphetamine, etc; cultivating drugs or growing plants that make the drugs such as coca plants, opium poppies, peyote, cannabis, etc; stealing drugs from pharmacies such as methadone, OxyContin, OxyCodone, Vicodin, etc; or stealing drugs from veterinary hospitals such as ketamine, it's typical that they do not use the drugs themselves. They have the trend of making it and selling it to major national or international traffickers and dealers; or just in general sell it themselves depending on the quantity of the drug.