Battered and Bruised, Chapter 10

AN: Wooooooo! *party hats to all* I can't believe you all! *sobs* Chapter 10, and you're STILL with me! Aww I feel so special. I hope I dont dissapoint you guyz! Anyways, I was reading all my SEVENTY-NINE (whooo hooo! you guys kick ass) reviews,...and wanted to address a few things. And I've decided to address these issues in list form (since thats the most fun to read...lol)

1. In case you haven't already guessed, I don't EXACTLY know where this fic is going, but I do have some ideas that I'm working to include.

2. This story IS realistic. And thus, I do not plan on really indulging in the whole mystical side of the senshi (I probably will, but the main idea of this whole story is the rape issue and how everyone deals with it). I basically just needed to write, and since creating characters take up too much time, I'm using sailor moon and the gang. So if they act a little out of character, bite me. (But I'll try not to alter them too much, but like I said, I've been outta the anime loop for quite some time)

3. I DO plan on explaining how Makoto and Usagi got into that situation in the first place; just as soon as I think of how...

4. I DO plan on revealing who raped Usagi

5. I DO plan on explaining Chibi-Usa (even though I'd rather just have her not exist cause I think of her as the demon spawn of Mamoru and Beryl...it just makes more sense)

6. Minako was not raped before. She's just being all crazy b/c I always thought of her as very susceptible to a mental disorder...(not that shes weak,...she just seems a little insecure. and empathetic..)

Well, with those issues touched, I'm now going to go on to Chapter 10. Thank you all who are reviewing, keep up the great work!

Disclaimer: For my own enjoyment, I've decided to pretend that this particular chapter, does not have a disclaimer. If anyone in the position to sue reads this, you are entitled to any action you decide on. Bring...it...on...=)! ….j/k

Caution: this is a little lemon scented folks...(after all, it is a rape story,...it was bound to happen) ENJOY!

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It was 1 in the afternoon, and Motoki had just picked up a bouquet of roses and was on his way to the hospital. Upon arrival, he noticed a couple of police cars outside the entrance. He entered the building, mentally assuming there was a gang fight of some sort. He walked directly to the elevator, already in knowledge of his exact destination. (Rei had told him earlier of what room Makoto was in). As the elevator doors opened to the 3rd floor, he was almost in sing song mood, anxious to talk to his friend, and see her awake and alive.

As he walked down the hall he noticed that there were policemen congregated around a door in his path. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed that they were investigating Makoto's room. He rushed over and asked the first policemen what the meaning was behind their presence.

"It seems that your friend has run away."

Motoki dropped the roses. "Nani?!"

"Yes," another officer added, "her disappearance was reported about an hour and half ago. To our knowledge, she could have had hours of a head start."

Motoki shook his head. 'Makoto, what the hell were you thinking?' He thanked the officers, and slowly walked to the nearest chair and sat down. He was getting a headache and felt rather fatigued. While he massaged his head, he heard a familiar name being spoken, and looked up to listen in on a nurse on the phone.

"...Our young Tsukino, Usagi, decided to awake last night...Yes, sir. I'm sure of it...No, I was not, Miss Johnson was on shift, and reported it to me an hour ago. I've been trying to get ahold of both you and Mrs. Mizuno, but it seems that you have both been busy...No, we gave her an extra dosage of morphine and she's been sleeping since..Her vitals? Well I have the chart right here, shall I start with her heart beat, sir?..."

Motoki was finished listening. 'Usagi? Awake? Thank God!' His eyes shifted to the door next to Makoto's. 'Usa-chan...' Before even realizing what he was doing, he had gotten up to walk towards the water fountain, next to Usagi's room. As he drank from it, he glanced to his left and right to make sure everyone was occupied, and didn't notice them. When the opportunity came, which he had expected wouldn't come, he jumped at the chance, and slipped into Usagi's room.

His heart was pounding from the adrenaline. He was not accustom to doing things against authority. Sure, he had his fair share of skipping classes, and rebellious acts, but he had never directly disobeyed authority with 4 or so cops, in the vicinity of his act. He took a stabilizing breath and gazed at the hospital bed before him. 'Usa-chan...'

He walked at a slow, deliberate pace towards the bed. He wasn't prepared to see Usagi at this moment, but he had been preparing himself for what lay ahead of them after he had heard about what vile crime had been committed against such an innocent girl. The IV's and bandages didn't phase him, as it may have his sister, or even the Tsukino's, even the extensive bruises and cuts and stitches, that covered her from head to toe didn't do much to break down his composure. It was the way she lays there in the bed. So unnatural, so straight, so awkward, and even more alarming, so quiet and still. He had been friends with the Odongo Atma for years. He had seen her fall asleep even in the arcade. She was always a loud sleeper, with her head bobbing and moving about, obviously indulged in a dream. She had always reminded him of a little kid when she slept. She looked so innocent, and cute, and healthy. But now, she just layed there so limp and frail. He had to strain to hear her breathes. This, this was not what he had expected. This was not something he was ready for.

There was a brief period where he had mentally debated whether or not he should stay, or leave. Deciding whether or not he could bare to see, whom he regarded as one of his best friends, so defeated much longer. He had almost decided to leave when he saw that her fingers had begun to twitch. With each twitch he drew closer, resembling much like a moth to the flame, until he was at her bedside, sitting in the nearby chair. He gently grabbed her fragile hand and gave it a soft, comforting squeeze. She moaned a little. The sudden noise, startled Motoki for an instant.

Then her eyes began to twitch. He grabbed her hand with both of his, and watched, unblinking, at the young girl. Her eyes had become half open, and looked, to him, glazed over. He wondered if she was even able to see, or make anything out. He whispered to her,

"Usa-chan, wake up sleepy head."

He felt movement within his hands. He could feel her try to focus her gaze on him. He heard her try to speak, and strained to make out what was being said.

"Wh-...Whe...Where?..." She had to strain so hard...Motoki placed a gentle finger on her lips to silence her.

"Where are you?" He whispered, and felt a slight agreeing nod. "You're in the hospital, Usa. You've been in a coma for a little over a week. You gave us all quite a scare."

He could hardly make it out in her expression, but he knew that she was grimacing inside. She had always become to easily disappointed in herself. Motoki frowned. Usagi had no longer tried to focus her vision on him. She had given up on trying to see, and simply closed her eyes. But Motoki knew she was still awake. He softly pushed away the bangs from her face.

Now her speech was very slow and soft, but more easily understood. "Motoki?"

"Hai"

She took in a deep breath, and gently squeezed his hand. "Don't leave me."

Motoki gently stroked her shoulder, and kissed her forehead. "No, Usa. You can't get rid of me that easy." He managed a small smile. "Wait till the others hear your awake, they'll be so relieve-..."

"No." She said as she sighed.

"Nani?"

"No. I don't want to see them. Not now."

"And your own family?"

A tear went down her cheek. "No. Motoki, I can't face them. Just you right now, okay? Just, don't let me be alone right now."

He could feel his heart shattering. He wasn't about to disregard Usagi's wishes, but he knew how much the others would love to see her. They were all so close. 'I can't face them...' Those words stung him. His finger ran along her shoulder, down her arm, where he made soft circles atop her hand. "Usagi, you did nothing wrong."

She fidgeted slightly, and another tear escaped. "Motoki, can we-...can we talk about something else?"

He looked down at his hands, "Ofcourse, Usa."

"Thank you."

"No problem, kiddo." He saw her lips tighten slightly to form a faint smile at the mention of the soft loveable 'kiddo' expression.

Out of what seemed like nowhere, Usagi gasped, as if in reaction to something. A memory perhaps. "Makoto! Wha-,...What happened to her?"

Motoki said sternly, no longer in whisper, "She's okay. She's a fighter. You don't need to worry about her." As Motoki began to speak, he doubted that Usagi heard him. She had begun to shiver uncontrollably. He placed his strong hand on her shoulder in attempts to steady her, but she gasped, and shook more, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Usagi?" He said again with an undertone of panic.

She shook more violently, and in a shrill voice, she managed a single word. "Stop."

Motoki pulled away. Mentally, he replayed everything. Again and again, until he realized what changed, and why she had acted the way she was. 'My voice.' Masculinity was not what she needed right now. He mentally cursed himself for being so thoughtful. 'Of Course shes scared, you baka!' A tear trailed his own cheek, and he whispered, "I'm sorry, Usa-chan. Im so sorry."

Her shaking had become less violent, but he painfully watched as she continued to nervously twitch. In a softer whisper, he said again, "I'm so sorry, kiddo. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'd never do you intentional harm."

Her fingers began to move, resembling walking in place, towards him. He slowly, and carefully touched her fingers. She grabbed his hand and gave a thoughtful squeeze. "Sorry, Motoki-chan" She said sadly.

He whispered in response, "God, I'm so sorry."

They spent another 20 minutes unmoving. Then Motoki could hear footsteps outside. He pressed Usagi's hand gently. "Usako? Usa-chan? Wake up."

She stirred quietly and returned his squeeze. "I've got to go now," He felt her silent protest and continued, "I'm not allowed here. Not yet. But I will be back, don't you worry. I will never leave you, kiddo. No worries. Take care." He squeezed her hand and rose to leave. He almost didn't hear her whisper a goodbye. But he caught it, and smiled, and slipped out into the hallway as the nurse had turned around from the counter and walked towards him.

Motoki gave a small wave, and rushed to the elevator. Alon inside it, he had begun to weep.

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Makoto had finally reached the alley and collapsed into a sitting position, leaning on the brick wall. Taking in deep breaths, and regaining her lost composure. Her eyes focused on the blood stained concrete. She saw flashes of it all happening again. She could see Usagi, what he was doing to her, her face...'God.' She felt as if tears should be streaming down her face, but none would come, and she felt ashamed. It played more and more vividly in her head, and she felt so numb, like a slave, to her memories.

She remembered the shock, the anger, the fear, the pain, the sadness, the disbelief, that she had felt when she first saw it. When she heard the soft but painful crises that escaped Usagi's lips. She remembered being so angry with herself, that it had taken her so long to move. The feeling of being incapable to move, or tear her eyes away from what was happening, from tearing away her eyes from hers. Her pain stricken, defeated eyes. Makoto had seen Usagi die in that moment, and she had felt a part of herself die with her. In those moments, she was fighting gravity from pulling her weak, shocked body to the ground.

She watched as he pulled himself from Usagi. As Usagi yelped in pain, she shuddered. Makoto watched as he turned to her and smiled, and continued to thrust himself inside her, harder and harder, in a place, she knew, no man except for Mamoru, should ever have gone. She began to fill with anger. The more angry her face became, the harder that man had thrust himself inside Usagi. It looked so unnatural, so painful. Like he was shredding apart an already broken body. Makoto could feel the tears from her eyes. Then she heard that god awful sound. It was Usagi, screaming an unnatural scream. It was filled with torment, sheer pain, shame, and fear, as she climaxed and shuddered profusely into unconsciousness. Makoto witnessed it all. She saw how much Usagi had tried to fight it, and she couldn't even move. It was then when she had noticed Usagi's own blood, leak from beneath the two shaking bodies. Makoto's eye twitched.

"You,...bastard..."

The man pulled himself from Usagi, and stood, pulling up his pants. He then knelt down, and pulled a knife from Usagi's hip. Makoto cried. He brought the blade to his mouth, and licked the blood from it in triumph.

"You,...BASTARD!" Makoto was finally released from the spell that held her immobile, and launched an attack at this hideous man. He jumped out of the way, and watched Makoto stumble. She cursed herself for not paying more attention and turned around to meet his fist with her face, which sent her spiraling to the ground. He then began to kick her incessantly in the chest. Makoto tried to clear her mind of her blind emotion. She needed to pay more attention. She caught his foot, and pulled him to the ground. She was pushing herself up, when he had kicked her, and she went flying back, and landed on a heap of flesh and bones. She felt her hand in blood, and she felt sick to her stomach when she realized she had landed on her broken princess. She was in shock. And the man took full advantage of her shock.

Makoto winced from the flood of memories. "That bastard" She wobbled to one blood stain, where her subconscious had given her the faint image of Usagi, placed limply over it. She rested her hand on the cool red ground, and felt a flood of emotions pass through her. She then winced, and let out a blood curdling scream.''

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Mamoru awoke from his nightmare. Every night for the past week, he had visions of the love of his life, in pain. Images of her being violated, and of him trapped behind an unseen barrier, watching it happen. The man was a dark shadow, and taunted him, as he entered HIS virgin. As he watched, his own heart began to bleed. Suddenly he was naked, and covered in blood that was not his own. He was then in bed with Usagi, both naked. He kissed her forehead, but she did not move. She looked at him, with no emotion and he remembered what the shadow had done. Then he had begun to enter her and thrust in and out with such force he had never knew, driven by intense emotions. She cried out in pain, and blood covered the two bodies. He saw himself begin to transform into a dark figure, resembling the shadow, he screamed, and watched as Usagi fell from him.

This was his nightmare every night. He had awaken from it, every night encompassed in sweat and tears. But this time, it was different. This time, he had felt something as he awoke. This time, he had felt a pain much like his own, if not, more intense, and in an odd way, it comforted him. He had heard a scream. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew that this scream was coming from the alley. That terrible terrible place. He wondered how he had heard the scream. If it was coming from the alley, there wasn't anyway he could have physically heard it. Maybe he didn't hear it, but felt it rather. He focused on the feeling. 'Usagi?!' He closed his eyes and focused...'No...someone else...' He grabbed his coat and head out the door. Whoever it was, they were in tremendous pain, and he had some sort of link to them, he had to help.

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Rei had felt it too. She didn't know who it was, but she knew it was one of the senshi. It was such an intense pain. She had never felt anything like it before. At first, she thought, or assumed rather, that it might have been Usagi, but clearing her mind, she realized it was not. She called upon the fire for information. 'Mako-chan.' She ran out into the night.

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AN: Well how's that? Things are getting interesting, no? I'm trying to make up for all the delay. Look! Usagi's up and awake! And yea...more detail. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. thanks for the reviews! -SR