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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"We're one big family. If one goes to prison, we all do. If one of us gets shot, we'll mourn them until we see them again in Hell. And if you can't accept it… than what are you standing us around for? I think what you need to do is simply learn to accept multiple fates. If you die in prison, too bad. If you're shot in the head, too bad. Death is death… there's no right way to die. It just happens."
~Cassiel, 1999

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Trip 4 | Have You Seen The "Devil"?
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Yaten slowly opened her eyes, groaning as the blinding light entered her eyes. He put her hands over her face. "Who the fuck opened my blinds?" she asked grumpily. She expected Michael to answer, but she simply got nothing. "Michael?" She slowly uncovered her face and looked to her floor, no spot of him. "That bastard," she muttered to herself. She swung her legs over the bed and stood up, wobbling slightly. She looked across the room, her scanning over the boy sleeping on the other bed. "Weird," she grumbled and walked out of the room. "Cassiel* never sleeps in…" She snickered to herself. "Maybe he took liquid X last night and ended up suffocating. That'd be that day." She walked down the hall, slipping a sweatshirt over her upper body.

The door she walked past opened slightly, hazel eyes peering out of the crevice. The stranger stepped away from the door and opened it, quietly, following Yaten, listening to her ramble to herself, a hunting knife in his pale hand, his lips in a frown. As Yaten reached for one of the dirty syringes on the stand that stood on the side of the hallway, the stranger shoved her against the wall. Yaten's eyes widened and she gasped for air, a pale hand strangling her. The cold metal of the blade the stranger had been carrying replaced the hand. "Who are you?" he hissed.

"I-"

"If you're one of those scumbag whores, don't even speak, just wait for me to slice open your filthy neck."

"No-*"

"Than who are you?!" She glared at the stranger.

"I'm Obyzouth." She sighed in relief as the cold, sleek, metal was removed from her neck.

"So you're the bitch Hakael babbled about to me early this morning."

"And who the fuck are you?" Yaten glared up at him, his black hair falling in his face, in front of his eyes.

"I'm Lucifer, the Devil, welcome to our personal hell," he said, walking away as graceful as a single cat. Yaten rubbed her neck.

"Lucifer…" Yaten glanced to the table and grabbed the syringe, running down the hall and down the stairs, ignoring Lucifer who was propped up and staring at her every move Yaten made from his position on the floor of organizing several papers and pieces of mail with a different address written on the envelopes. "Hakael! Michael!" She ran into the kitchen. She sighed in relief and sat down at the kitchen table, shoving off several papers and plastic cups. Hakael lifted an eyebrow.

"What's the rush over?" Yaten panted.

"I really-" she took in another deep breath, "should stop smoking so many cigarettes." Michael rolled his eyes.

"No shit," he muttered.

"I need heroin."

"Don't look at us for any, we don't use that shit." Yaten's mouth dropped open.

"But-"

"Call Semyaza, maybe she has some. Lahatiel might."

"But Lahatiel gave you have kilo brick!"

"And I sold it," Hakael said simply, crossing his arms. "I'm not gonna buy it for you or give it to you. Go and buy it yourself, kid, it's you addiction. I'm not stepping into it."

"Semyaza doesn't even use heroin!"

"Sucks to be you," Michael said, mixing the sugar in his coffee.

"You mother fuckers," Yaten snapped.

"Sorry, we didn't fuck our own moms," Hakael said, snickering. Yaten stood up and groaned.

"You're all such assholes." Yaten stood up and grabbed the phone, dialing the number of Lahatiel's place.

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"What did you wake me up for?" Haruka yawned and looked at her wristwatch. 12:30 in the afternoon? How sad.

"You're coming with me to get junk."

"Sounds ridiculously fun," Haruka said sarcastically. "And you need me for this?"

"Exactly."

"Why?"

"Cause… I don't have any money?" Haruka stared flatly at her.

"And what convinces you I'm gonna buy this shit for you?" Yaten pouted.

"Please?"

"No. Go be a slut," Haruka said, turning her back to Yaten and beginning to walk away.

"N-No!"

"Why not?"

"If Lucifer finds out I did that he'll kill me," Yaten said pitifully. Haruka simply snickered and continued walking. "You are such a bitch!"

"Honestly, there's no need to shout." Yaten jerked her head up and stared at the woman behind her.

"Who are you?" Glossy, cherry tainted lips perked up into a smile, a sly one at that. Her long, deep green hair flowing in the breeze.

"My name is Leviathan. You can call me 'Levi' if you please.*"

"I'm-"

"No need to tell me." Yaten blinked.

"You must be Obyzouth. Yaten Kou is your real name, correct? Hakael told me about you." Yaten nodded slowly.

"What's your born name?"

"My name is Meiou Setsuna. But it's never to be said." Yaten nodded.

"Come on, if you're out of money, I'll buy your first it for the day. But just remember that you need to get your own cash. Nobody's just gonna give it to you."

"I know, I've been around before."

"So I heard," Setsuna responded. Yaten stared up at her for a moment.

"How do you know all this?"

"It's a little network of their own, what they have…" Yaten nodded.

"You should stop using dirty needles." Yaten shrugged.

"I don't care," she responded. Setsuna simply nodded. "You don't use drugs do you?"

"No."

"Then why are you here?"

"I have no place else to go," she responded. "I don't mind it here. Sometimes it's saddening though," she glanced at Yaten. "How some people just end up falling apart."


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"I don't want to be remembered,
And I never asked to be appreciated.
If you loved me,
You'd kiss me,
Then you'd kill me,
Because you're supposed to understand my pain."
~Me [Obyzouth/Morphine Fairy], June 4th, 2002, "Withered"
 
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Notes

#1.) Cassiel is the smartest idiot that ever lived (Oxymoron, I know) He will most likely never receive some sort of introduction. Cause he kinda just waltzed into my life.

#2.) At the time, one could safely consider me a 'filthy, scumbag whore' as Lucifer put it.

#3.) I thought I'd shove in another Sailormoon character, considering I have enough based on real people who play relatively important rolls. Michael, to be honest, is taking Dommiel's place since he never died but I was pissed and killed him in Of Crows and Doves. Michael was around but I was just his hooker you could say. So I kinda flipped Michael's personality. Levi fits Setsuna's personality IRL, she really does.

#4.) I didn't really note it but about the chapter title… "Have You Seen the "Devil"?" was once an add or whatever in Whitechapel during the time of the Jack the Ripper murders. We tend to use that whenever we're searching for Lucifer or if somebody just met Lucifer, because he just acts so much like a devious demon and tends to have the rage of what a 'dormant' murderer has, so we coined it to him. You might be noticing a lot of character interaction between characters based on people and Yaten, it will lighten up sooner or later, trust me.