1 Author: RavenAngel Py-chan
Title: Sailor Moon Star Revolution
Rated: R rape, graphic violence, and language
Overall rating: PG-13 to R
Episode 5: Mamoru's Clouded Eyes, The Misfortune of Usagi
Author's notes: Maaaaajor angst with probably the most light hearted and funny thing in this whole fic… funny to the readers anyways… really I find most of the fic funny. Mamoru likers GO AWAY. That's all I gots to say.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me! …shut up.
Cronus looked out into space with a sense of peace. She shut her eyes, feeling her pulse beating in a strange rhythm. Soon after what had happened with the other senshi, she took shelter at Pluto's time gate. She gazed at her home planet longingly, and tears started to form in her narrow blank eyes. This was the only place she could feel comfortable, among the stars. She stood up, and teleported herself to Saturn. She moved her way to the ruins of her once beautiful Titan castle. The black stones filled her with nostalgia and a desire for her castle, her people, and her home. She heaved a sigh and glanced into the dark sky again, knowing the others would look for her. She knew she would stay safe here in the mean time.
Her thoughts shifted to her knew power. Why had it come now? Why was she the first to awaken? She wished she could talk to someone whom wasn't a complete moron. Setsuna. Her eyes shut again, wondering how she had taken all of this. At the senshi meeting, she had said nothing in regards to her being Cronus. A wave of loneliness passed over Cronus, wondering what was to become of her.
Mamoru gritted his teeth angrily and replayed everything that happened at Hino Shrine in his mind. Haruka, one of their strongest, was now in the hospital with a broken arm. Hotaru was obviously now possessed by some evil power, and she had disappeared. Ami, the brightest one out of all of them, was captured, and who knows when another enemy would come. He pounded his fist against the wall and looked over to Usagi, who was sleeping away.
It was her fault.
If she hadn't of been so stupid and busted her hand and gotten so weak, none of this would've happened. His eyes narrowed in contempt. She had rejected him; she had felt no love for him. That made his heart harden. He walked over to where she was sleeping and stared at her coldly. He raised his hand and slapped her as hard as he could. Her eyes flew open with a pained expression and she groaned in pain. He grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her out of bed, and mumbled a shocked what, trying to raise one hand to rub her aching bruise. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard on the lips, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. She gasped and tried to push him away, but he was much stronger than her and she was already weaker than usual. It almost seemed unreal to her, like this was all a horrible dream to her. She begged she would wake up; she did *not* want this to happen. Tears streamed over her face and she tried again to force him off of her. He stopped for a second and shook her violently.
"Don't! DON'T! You are the cause of all of this! YOU! You miserable whore!" He yelled in her ear, and then pressed himself against her, smothering her with a bruising kiss. She whimpered pathetically and just wanted to sink to her knees. He hit her again, this time with his fist, not just a slap. She screamed in pain as her lip started bleeding, she wished she could move or do something. Mamoru didn't stop. No matter how much Usagi wished, he didn't stop.
Minako droned on over the phone, causing Makoto the roll her eyes, wishing Minako would stop having this pity party.
"Maaaakkkkoooo… I don't want to live anymore. Life is retarded." Minako called sorrowfully into the phone, staring at the razor in her hand. Contemplating suicide was pretty normal for Minako nowadays. She always called Makoto, who always talked her out of it. Makoto seemed to be the one holding everyone together… or atleast trying.
"Minako, please. The senshi need you." Makoto replied, even though she was slightly annoyed. Minako gave a heavy sigh. This conversation had been going on for over an hour.
"I guess you're right, Mako…" Minako finally said, dropping the razor to the floor. She stared out the window and sighed again. Makoto could only think 'finally'.
"Ok, well I'll see you tomorrow, Minako." Makoto called into the phone, wishing Minako would stop doing this so often. She was the one with the least problems beside herself.
"Thanks, Mako. Seeya." Minako replied and hung up the phone. Minako walked over to her bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling idly. She wanted to be how it was before; she wanted to be fifthteen again. Life sucked. There was no way to get around it. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, slowly fading into sleep.
Michiru walked into the white room with an assortment of flowers, her eyes full of sorrow. She placed them in a vase and glanced at Haruka, who was sitting on the couch, her arm in a cast. Haruka turned slightly and met Michiru's gaze.
"I'll heal quickly…" Haruka said trying to reassure Michiru, popping another dorito into her mouth with her good hand. Michiru's expression softened, even with all that was going on, Haruka managed to make it seem like it wasn't so bad. Haruka turned back to the tv, and shouted "touchdown!" and started cheering. Michiru rolled her eyes and smiled. Haruka turned up the volume, grinning.
"Yes! I knew we'd win!" Haruka said and clutched her bowl of doritos to her.
"You're a moron, 'Ruka," Michiru teased playfully and she walked into the bedroom. Haruka's eyes shined. She knew what Michiru meant when she called her by that nickname. She got up and followed Michiru into the bedroom.
Usagi laid on the floor, her clothes ripped and blood trailing down her face and in other places on her body. She felt so sore. Mamoru had just left her there. She was covered in bruises and her head pounded painfully. She had never thought Mamoru would've gone so far as to rape her, but she was wrong. She couldn't think straight and what happened was sort of a blur. She stayed on the floor and slept, unable to move herself back on the bed. Usagi's dreams were plagued by horror and pain, mirroring her own life. Mamoru was now a faded memory, taking his pace was a cold statue, dead to the world. He had no soul.
That's it for right now! There's sooooo much to write about. Man. I'll get onto chapter 6 ASAP, so no worries. ~Py-chan
Title: Sailor Moon Star Revolution
Rated: R rape, graphic violence, and language
Overall rating: PG-13 to R
Episode 5: Mamoru's Clouded Eyes, The Misfortune of Usagi
Author's notes: Maaaaajor angst with probably the most light hearted and funny thing in this whole fic… funny to the readers anyways… really I find most of the fic funny. Mamoru likers GO AWAY. That's all I gots to say.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me! …shut up.
Cronus looked out into space with a sense of peace. She shut her eyes, feeling her pulse beating in a strange rhythm. Soon after what had happened with the other senshi, she took shelter at Pluto's time gate. She gazed at her home planet longingly, and tears started to form in her narrow blank eyes. This was the only place she could feel comfortable, among the stars. She stood up, and teleported herself to Saturn. She moved her way to the ruins of her once beautiful Titan castle. The black stones filled her with nostalgia and a desire for her castle, her people, and her home. She heaved a sigh and glanced into the dark sky again, knowing the others would look for her. She knew she would stay safe here in the mean time.
Her thoughts shifted to her knew power. Why had it come now? Why was she the first to awaken? She wished she could talk to someone whom wasn't a complete moron. Setsuna. Her eyes shut again, wondering how she had taken all of this. At the senshi meeting, she had said nothing in regards to her being Cronus. A wave of loneliness passed over Cronus, wondering what was to become of her.
Mamoru gritted his teeth angrily and replayed everything that happened at Hino Shrine in his mind. Haruka, one of their strongest, was now in the hospital with a broken arm. Hotaru was obviously now possessed by some evil power, and she had disappeared. Ami, the brightest one out of all of them, was captured, and who knows when another enemy would come. He pounded his fist against the wall and looked over to Usagi, who was sleeping away.
It was her fault.
If she hadn't of been so stupid and busted her hand and gotten so weak, none of this would've happened. His eyes narrowed in contempt. She had rejected him; she had felt no love for him. That made his heart harden. He walked over to where she was sleeping and stared at her coldly. He raised his hand and slapped her as hard as he could. Her eyes flew open with a pained expression and she groaned in pain. He grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her out of bed, and mumbled a shocked what, trying to raise one hand to rub her aching bruise. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard on the lips, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. She gasped and tried to push him away, but he was much stronger than her and she was already weaker than usual. It almost seemed unreal to her, like this was all a horrible dream to her. She begged she would wake up; she did *not* want this to happen. Tears streamed over her face and she tried again to force him off of her. He stopped for a second and shook her violently.
"Don't! DON'T! You are the cause of all of this! YOU! You miserable whore!" He yelled in her ear, and then pressed himself against her, smothering her with a bruising kiss. She whimpered pathetically and just wanted to sink to her knees. He hit her again, this time with his fist, not just a slap. She screamed in pain as her lip started bleeding, she wished she could move or do something. Mamoru didn't stop. No matter how much Usagi wished, he didn't stop.
Minako droned on over the phone, causing Makoto the roll her eyes, wishing Minako would stop having this pity party.
"Maaaakkkkoooo… I don't want to live anymore. Life is retarded." Minako called sorrowfully into the phone, staring at the razor in her hand. Contemplating suicide was pretty normal for Minako nowadays. She always called Makoto, who always talked her out of it. Makoto seemed to be the one holding everyone together… or atleast trying.
"Minako, please. The senshi need you." Makoto replied, even though she was slightly annoyed. Minako gave a heavy sigh. This conversation had been going on for over an hour.
"I guess you're right, Mako…" Minako finally said, dropping the razor to the floor. She stared out the window and sighed again. Makoto could only think 'finally'.
"Ok, well I'll see you tomorrow, Minako." Makoto called into the phone, wishing Minako would stop doing this so often. She was the one with the least problems beside herself.
"Thanks, Mako. Seeya." Minako replied and hung up the phone. Minako walked over to her bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling idly. She wanted to be how it was before; she wanted to be fifthteen again. Life sucked. There was no way to get around it. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, slowly fading into sleep.
Michiru walked into the white room with an assortment of flowers, her eyes full of sorrow. She placed them in a vase and glanced at Haruka, who was sitting on the couch, her arm in a cast. Haruka turned slightly and met Michiru's gaze.
"I'll heal quickly…" Haruka said trying to reassure Michiru, popping another dorito into her mouth with her good hand. Michiru's expression softened, even with all that was going on, Haruka managed to make it seem like it wasn't so bad. Haruka turned back to the tv, and shouted "touchdown!" and started cheering. Michiru rolled her eyes and smiled. Haruka turned up the volume, grinning.
"Yes! I knew we'd win!" Haruka said and clutched her bowl of doritos to her.
"You're a moron, 'Ruka," Michiru teased playfully and she walked into the bedroom. Haruka's eyes shined. She knew what Michiru meant when she called her by that nickname. She got up and followed Michiru into the bedroom.
Usagi laid on the floor, her clothes ripped and blood trailing down her face and in other places on her body. She felt so sore. Mamoru had just left her there. She was covered in bruises and her head pounded painfully. She had never thought Mamoru would've gone so far as to rape her, but she was wrong. She couldn't think straight and what happened was sort of a blur. She stayed on the floor and slept, unable to move herself back on the bed. Usagi's dreams were plagued by horror and pain, mirroring her own life. Mamoru was now a faded memory, taking his pace was a cold statue, dead to the world. He had no soul.
That's it for right now! There's sooooo much to write about. Man. I'll get onto chapter 6 ASAP, so no worries. ~Py-chan