own: (oon)--vt. 1. To have or possess. 2. To admit or acknowledge. --vi. To confess. Hmm, well, I own that I own nothing. Convoluted enough for ya?
High Treason! Punishable by Death!
A transformed Sailor Mars had burnt down the door to the bastard's apartment only to find it empty. There was another note on the hall table. With the red heat growing within her, the senshi picked up the note and read it.
Thought you'd try here first, huh? Tsk, tsk, guess I was right about you, to come before the appointed time, hoping to catch an innocent man unawares. Well, I out-smarted you, bitch, and when the time comes, I'll over power you as well. Come untransformed and I won't harm you or the whore, for a price. Come as Sailor Mars and she is as good as dead.
I'll be thinking of you,
Mamoru
Sailor Mars shook with rage. "Sicko," she muttered to herself angrily, looking around the apartment with despair. She realised all she could do was wait until tomorrow, but until then, she decided to amuse herself by torching his belongings. The fire senshi gathered the few things Usagi had forgotten to pack and set them reverently down on the floor in the hall. Now she was ready for the barbecue to commence.
She was adept at starting fires big enough to burn things, but not quite enough to set off alarms, and she spent the better part of an hour reducing all his precious belongings to cinders.
"Oops! There goes his Doctorate Certificate! Oh, and his picture of . . .Me?!"
Sailor Mars looked ahgast at the picture in the delicate silver frame, beating out the few flames that had singed it. It was undoubtedly her; even though a corner had been burnt away, she could still tell. But it was her . . . naked! And the picture had shadowy lines on it, as if it had been taken through mini-blinds. She shuddered at this and peeled back the picture, revealing a similar one beneath it of . . . Haruka?
"Oh Kami-sama," she breathed, "He's as good as dead when Haruka sees this."
But he would be dead before she showed the racer. She had to go alone to the park, in order to insure Usagi's safety. She pulled out the picture of Haruka to reveal another similar one, this time of Hotaru. The miko couldn't believe her eyes, Hotaru was a young girl in this picture, she was older now, but gods! All of the senshi were represented in this little hentai gallery, even Chibimoon.
"I think I'm going to be sick," she put her hand on her heart and stumbled to the door, unable to finish the demolition she had started. She was almost out the door, when a black book caught her eye, thinking it was something she could burn quickly, she picked it up. "A diary," she discovered as she opened the cover. Against her better judgement, she piled it with the pictures and Usagi's stuff and headed back to the shrine.
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It was quiet.
'Of course it's quiet,' Usagi berated herself, 'you're in a sound-proof room, dummy.'
She had completely removed her bonds, and the horrible gag, and was trying to figure a way out of the mess she been entangled in. She couldn't transform, stupidly, she had left her brooch on the dresser in her's and Rei's room, not thinking that anything would happen as she hung out the wash . . .
'But I'm not helpless,' she comforted herself, 'I may not be able to become Sailor Moon, but I'm Neo-Queen Serenity now. That caped freak is nothing compared to me.'
"Nothing, huh?" a mocking voice sounded behind Usagi, freezing her in her tracks. She turned, and Mamoru stood in the doorway, looking at her appraisingly, "You shouldn't think so loudly, it makes it easier for me to read your thoughts. 'How can I do this?' you're thinking. Remember: for better or worse, we're connected. Until one of us dies, that connection will stay intact, no matter our feelings for each other; quite handy for me, especially with you in such a . . .vulnerable position," he said this last part with such menace in his voice that Usagi drew back.
Even though she was terrified, the white-haired woman managed to speak up, "You wouldn't dare! Rei isn't dumb enough to come alone! All the senshi will be there and you are really going to get it."
"Oh, I hope they all show up; if they do, that gives me an excuse to slit your beautiful throat, something I have been looking forward to almost as much as screwing your girlfriend."
Usagi's eyes went wide at the statement, but the prospect of her death was not what phased her, "You leave Rei out of this! She's got nothing to do with this: it's me you want!"
The tall, dark-haired man laughed darkly, "It's not always about you, Usagi. I only want you dead because you think you can become Queen of Earth without me. I want Rei for many reasons . . ." He trailed off, stepping closer to Usagi so that she was almost against the wall, he looked almost dreamy as he talked to himself, "First, she denied advances, then she threatened me, but the last straw was that she made you stop worshipping me." He focused his eyes on the cowering Usagi once again, "You see, I've done this same thing, time and time again. I've never had to marry anyone to get what I wanted before, but you were a special case. Each time, even after leaving them utterly abandoned, and sometimes destitute, they still worshipped the dirt I ground them into and threw themselves at me when they saw me again. Why do you think I had so much control over Beryl? And Nephrenia? And Galaxia? But you, you forgot me, and it's all her fault. She's going to suffer and I'm going to greatly enjoy it."
By this time, Mamoru had Usagi up against the wall, his hands viced painfully on her wrists. She looked at him with eyes full of hate and contempt, but there was no fear. This seemed to incense him and he forcefully pushed his lips against hers. She recoiled inwardly, but physically she could do nothing as his full weight and strength was pressed against her, making her feel weak and powerless. He pulled back, a smile on his lips, and snapped his fingers. Before Usagi could move after being released, chains made of golden energy wrapped themselves around her, binding her arms fast to her sides, immobilizing her legs and re-gaging her mouth.
"Just as I left you; my, you do look pretty when you're all tied up." He smiled as he caught a thought she had just shot at him, "I'm an asshole, I see. That language from you makes me feel hungry, but I want to save my energy for Rei's punishment . . ."
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Two figures stood across the field from each other. The sun had just set in fiery light, slow and dark like a clot of blood.
'Red sky at night, sailors delight,' Rei dead-panned to herself cheerlessly.
Light from the street lamps cast her shadow long over the grass as she advanced on the man. The crunch of her boots echoed hollowly in the deserted park. Not even the teenagers were out, listening breathlessly for the cops as they made love beneath the stars. No one was anywhere near and Rei's heartbeats faltered for a second. They regained strength as she came close enough to see his face.
"I came. Where's Usagi."
Mamoru kicked a pathetic bundle out from behind him. It was Usagi, bound tightly with her arms and legs together by some strange gold energy. Rei cried out, and made for her lover, but was hit hard in the stomach by the traitor.
She landed with a hiss of breath and glared up at the shadowy figure, "What you have done is high treason and the only penalty for that is death! I will not leave this place until you are dust!"
"How admirable of you, Rei, but I won't be the one to die. It will be either you or the Moon bitch, or both, depending on how much you cooperate," he stretched his hand down as if to help her up and the miko made a kick at his legs, sending him onto his back.
She quickly scrambled to Usagi's side and grasped one of the glowing rings, attempting to wrench it off. As soon as she touched it, the ring sent a huge shock to her nervous system and she fell back, paralyzed to the ground. She could hardly breath let alone move and terror mounted in her heart when Mamoru leaned over her.
"A good plan of mine. I knew you'd try to rescue her; pitiful, all heart and no brains. But where were we."
With one movement, he had ripped off her shirt and a second one liberated her of her bra. Usagi was shrieking in rage behind her gag, but Rei could only watch, not even able to scream. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her pants were dispatched just as easily.
'I'm going to die,' she thought, 'I'm going to die. I'm so sorry Usa!'
He was undoing his pants and she wanted to scream, she wanted to run, she wanted to scratch his eyes out, but she couldn't do anything. He entered her forcefully and she screamed, her lungs working at last. He quickly covered her mouth and increased the pressure of his body on hers, but it would do him no good.
For the scream had unloosened not only her lungs, but her mind as well.
'Transform into Queen Mars,' a voice demanded her.
The violet-haired woman did not stop to contemplate who the voice was; she closed her eyes and willed herself to become Queen Mars. She did it, and just as suddenly, it seemed as if her insides were liquid fire and now, Mamoru was screaming . . .
Fire was streaming out of Rei's body and into that of her abuser and he was unable to move. She lay there, willing the flames to keep going, to keep burning. He was burning from the inside, his innards turning to ashes, his skin melting before her eyes. She didn't celebrate, she concentrated harder, she wanted him dead, not just maimed or in need of a skin graph. Dead with a capital 'D'.
His body was smoking now and his mouth was open in a wide 'O', a silent scream on his decaying lips. She still was mostly unable to move, but a small smile appeared at the corners of her mouth as he disappeared in a whisp of coal-black smoke.
As he disappeared, so too did the bonds around Usagi and she was on Rei in a second, crying, screaming, wailing. But nothing she said was about herself.
"Kami-sama! Rei! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault! How could I have let this happen to you? My love, I can't believe--Oh, I'm so glad you're alive!"
Rei smiled wryly, "Usa, none of what happened is your fault. I'll be okay, I promise. Now, help me sit up; if I move, the paralysis will probably wear off faster."
"O-o-kay," Usagi choked out between sobs.
She sat the gowned woman up and the two looked deeply into each other's eyes. A tear fell down Rei's cheek and Usagi gathered her in her arms, holding her as she sobbed.
"Usa, did he hurt you? I'm sorry I wasn't there for you! I'm sorry I couldn't find you! I went to his apartment, but no one was there I--"
"Shh! Rei," Usagi held her lover at arms length, "It's not your fault. You did everything you could do, and you saved me. All I care about is that we're back together now and we have nothing to fear." She smiled glowingly at Rei, "Did you see that sunset, though? 'Red sky at night sailor's delight.'"
"That's just what I was thinking." Rei smiled back.
Usagi suddenly nodded in a business-like manner, "Right, it's time to get you home."
"But Usagi, I can't walk yet--"
"Who said you were going to walk? I'll carry you. You got to do the proposal, so I get to carry you over the threshold. It's only fair," she ended coyly.
"Well, if you think you can manage, I'm no lightweight, you know."
"Damn it Rei! Can you stop beating yourself up for just one second?"
The miko was struck dumb at Usagi's language and was silent the whole trip to the shrine as Usagi carried her with ease.
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Well, what did you think? A little scary and demented this chapter, I know. But hey, I got to play with the fact that Mamoru is into jail bait. That kinda always did disturb me, plus he reciprocated Chibiusa's advances a little too much for my taste . . . Anyway, love it? Hate it? Let me know!
High Treason! Punishable by Death!
A transformed Sailor Mars had burnt down the door to the bastard's apartment only to find it empty. There was another note on the hall table. With the red heat growing within her, the senshi picked up the note and read it.
Thought you'd try here first, huh? Tsk, tsk, guess I was right about you, to come before the appointed time, hoping to catch an innocent man unawares. Well, I out-smarted you, bitch, and when the time comes, I'll over power you as well. Come untransformed and I won't harm you or the whore, for a price. Come as Sailor Mars and she is as good as dead.
I'll be thinking of you,
Mamoru
Sailor Mars shook with rage. "Sicko," she muttered to herself angrily, looking around the apartment with despair. She realised all she could do was wait until tomorrow, but until then, she decided to amuse herself by torching his belongings. The fire senshi gathered the few things Usagi had forgotten to pack and set them reverently down on the floor in the hall. Now she was ready for the barbecue to commence.
She was adept at starting fires big enough to burn things, but not quite enough to set off alarms, and she spent the better part of an hour reducing all his precious belongings to cinders.
"Oops! There goes his Doctorate Certificate! Oh, and his picture of . . .Me?!"
Sailor Mars looked ahgast at the picture in the delicate silver frame, beating out the few flames that had singed it. It was undoubtedly her; even though a corner had been burnt away, she could still tell. But it was her . . . naked! And the picture had shadowy lines on it, as if it had been taken through mini-blinds. She shuddered at this and peeled back the picture, revealing a similar one beneath it of . . . Haruka?
"Oh Kami-sama," she breathed, "He's as good as dead when Haruka sees this."
But he would be dead before she showed the racer. She had to go alone to the park, in order to insure Usagi's safety. She pulled out the picture of Haruka to reveal another similar one, this time of Hotaru. The miko couldn't believe her eyes, Hotaru was a young girl in this picture, she was older now, but gods! All of the senshi were represented in this little hentai gallery, even Chibimoon.
"I think I'm going to be sick," she put her hand on her heart and stumbled to the door, unable to finish the demolition she had started. She was almost out the door, when a black book caught her eye, thinking it was something she could burn quickly, she picked it up. "A diary," she discovered as she opened the cover. Against her better judgement, she piled it with the pictures and Usagi's stuff and headed back to the shrine.
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It was quiet.
'Of course it's quiet,' Usagi berated herself, 'you're in a sound-proof room, dummy.'
She had completely removed her bonds, and the horrible gag, and was trying to figure a way out of the mess she been entangled in. She couldn't transform, stupidly, she had left her brooch on the dresser in her's and Rei's room, not thinking that anything would happen as she hung out the wash . . .
'But I'm not helpless,' she comforted herself, 'I may not be able to become Sailor Moon, but I'm Neo-Queen Serenity now. That caped freak is nothing compared to me.'
"Nothing, huh?" a mocking voice sounded behind Usagi, freezing her in her tracks. She turned, and Mamoru stood in the doorway, looking at her appraisingly, "You shouldn't think so loudly, it makes it easier for me to read your thoughts. 'How can I do this?' you're thinking. Remember: for better or worse, we're connected. Until one of us dies, that connection will stay intact, no matter our feelings for each other; quite handy for me, especially with you in such a . . .vulnerable position," he said this last part with such menace in his voice that Usagi drew back.
Even though she was terrified, the white-haired woman managed to speak up, "You wouldn't dare! Rei isn't dumb enough to come alone! All the senshi will be there and you are really going to get it."
"Oh, I hope they all show up; if they do, that gives me an excuse to slit your beautiful throat, something I have been looking forward to almost as much as screwing your girlfriend."
Usagi's eyes went wide at the statement, but the prospect of her death was not what phased her, "You leave Rei out of this! She's got nothing to do with this: it's me you want!"
The tall, dark-haired man laughed darkly, "It's not always about you, Usagi. I only want you dead because you think you can become Queen of Earth without me. I want Rei for many reasons . . ." He trailed off, stepping closer to Usagi so that she was almost against the wall, he looked almost dreamy as he talked to himself, "First, she denied advances, then she threatened me, but the last straw was that she made you stop worshipping me." He focused his eyes on the cowering Usagi once again, "You see, I've done this same thing, time and time again. I've never had to marry anyone to get what I wanted before, but you were a special case. Each time, even after leaving them utterly abandoned, and sometimes destitute, they still worshipped the dirt I ground them into and threw themselves at me when they saw me again. Why do you think I had so much control over Beryl? And Nephrenia? And Galaxia? But you, you forgot me, and it's all her fault. She's going to suffer and I'm going to greatly enjoy it."
By this time, Mamoru had Usagi up against the wall, his hands viced painfully on her wrists. She looked at him with eyes full of hate and contempt, but there was no fear. This seemed to incense him and he forcefully pushed his lips against hers. She recoiled inwardly, but physically she could do nothing as his full weight and strength was pressed against her, making her feel weak and powerless. He pulled back, a smile on his lips, and snapped his fingers. Before Usagi could move after being released, chains made of golden energy wrapped themselves around her, binding her arms fast to her sides, immobilizing her legs and re-gaging her mouth.
"Just as I left you; my, you do look pretty when you're all tied up." He smiled as he caught a thought she had just shot at him, "I'm an asshole, I see. That language from you makes me feel hungry, but I want to save my energy for Rei's punishment . . ."
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Two figures stood across the field from each other. The sun had just set in fiery light, slow and dark like a clot of blood.
'Red sky at night, sailors delight,' Rei dead-panned to herself cheerlessly.
Light from the street lamps cast her shadow long over the grass as she advanced on the man. The crunch of her boots echoed hollowly in the deserted park. Not even the teenagers were out, listening breathlessly for the cops as they made love beneath the stars. No one was anywhere near and Rei's heartbeats faltered for a second. They regained strength as she came close enough to see his face.
"I came. Where's Usagi."
Mamoru kicked a pathetic bundle out from behind him. It was Usagi, bound tightly with her arms and legs together by some strange gold energy. Rei cried out, and made for her lover, but was hit hard in the stomach by the traitor.
She landed with a hiss of breath and glared up at the shadowy figure, "What you have done is high treason and the only penalty for that is death! I will not leave this place until you are dust!"
"How admirable of you, Rei, but I won't be the one to die. It will be either you or the Moon bitch, or both, depending on how much you cooperate," he stretched his hand down as if to help her up and the miko made a kick at his legs, sending him onto his back.
She quickly scrambled to Usagi's side and grasped one of the glowing rings, attempting to wrench it off. As soon as she touched it, the ring sent a huge shock to her nervous system and she fell back, paralyzed to the ground. She could hardly breath let alone move and terror mounted in her heart when Mamoru leaned over her.
"A good plan of mine. I knew you'd try to rescue her; pitiful, all heart and no brains. But where were we."
With one movement, he had ripped off her shirt and a second one liberated her of her bra. Usagi was shrieking in rage behind her gag, but Rei could only watch, not even able to scream. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her pants were dispatched just as easily.
'I'm going to die,' she thought, 'I'm going to die. I'm so sorry Usa!'
He was undoing his pants and she wanted to scream, she wanted to run, she wanted to scratch his eyes out, but she couldn't do anything. He entered her forcefully and she screamed, her lungs working at last. He quickly covered her mouth and increased the pressure of his body on hers, but it would do him no good.
For the scream had unloosened not only her lungs, but her mind as well.
'Transform into Queen Mars,' a voice demanded her.
The violet-haired woman did not stop to contemplate who the voice was; she closed her eyes and willed herself to become Queen Mars. She did it, and just as suddenly, it seemed as if her insides were liquid fire and now, Mamoru was screaming . . .
Fire was streaming out of Rei's body and into that of her abuser and he was unable to move. She lay there, willing the flames to keep going, to keep burning. He was burning from the inside, his innards turning to ashes, his skin melting before her eyes. She didn't celebrate, she concentrated harder, she wanted him dead, not just maimed or in need of a skin graph. Dead with a capital 'D'.
His body was smoking now and his mouth was open in a wide 'O', a silent scream on his decaying lips. She still was mostly unable to move, but a small smile appeared at the corners of her mouth as he disappeared in a whisp of coal-black smoke.
As he disappeared, so too did the bonds around Usagi and she was on Rei in a second, crying, screaming, wailing. But nothing she said was about herself.
"Kami-sama! Rei! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault! How could I have let this happen to you? My love, I can't believe--Oh, I'm so glad you're alive!"
Rei smiled wryly, "Usa, none of what happened is your fault. I'll be okay, I promise. Now, help me sit up; if I move, the paralysis will probably wear off faster."
"O-o-kay," Usagi choked out between sobs.
She sat the gowned woman up and the two looked deeply into each other's eyes. A tear fell down Rei's cheek and Usagi gathered her in her arms, holding her as she sobbed.
"Usa, did he hurt you? I'm sorry I wasn't there for you! I'm sorry I couldn't find you! I went to his apartment, but no one was there I--"
"Shh! Rei," Usagi held her lover at arms length, "It's not your fault. You did everything you could do, and you saved me. All I care about is that we're back together now and we have nothing to fear." She smiled glowingly at Rei, "Did you see that sunset, though? 'Red sky at night sailor's delight.'"
"That's just what I was thinking." Rei smiled back.
Usagi suddenly nodded in a business-like manner, "Right, it's time to get you home."
"But Usagi, I can't walk yet--"
"Who said you were going to walk? I'll carry you. You got to do the proposal, so I get to carry you over the threshold. It's only fair," she ended coyly.
"Well, if you think you can manage, I'm no lightweight, you know."
"Damn it Rei! Can you stop beating yourself up for just one second?"
The miko was struck dumb at Usagi's language and was silent the whole trip to the shrine as Usagi carried her with ease.
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Well, what did you think? A little scary and demented this chapter, I know. But hey, I got to play with the fact that Mamoru is into jail bait. That kinda always did disturb me, plus he reciprocated Chibiusa's advances a little too much for my taste . . . Anyway, love it? Hate it? Let me know!