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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her.

This particular chapter was written by the collective efforts of Q and Hailey McCarthy-Goode

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In But a Dream

A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic

Chapter 25~it's my life and ill do what i want... dont push it...~

"YAMMETE!(stop)" Screamed out Hotaru in a horrifide voice as she cruelly ripped

the blade from her father's bloody arm. She whirrled from Proffessor Tomoe and

launched the blade from her hand, throwing it cruelly away. Like a buzz saw,

the blade sailed front over back through the air, and Johnny quickly ducked, to

keep his skull from being impaled.

"IIE!(No)" She screached, stumbleing from her feet and onto her rear. a jolt

riccocheted through her spine and she choked out a cry, eyes closed and tears

flowing down her cheeks. Hotaru shivered, and compulsivly wrapped her arms

round herself. The distraught girl's eyes snapped open, tears sheening in her

eyes. why were her hands wet? With a weak sound, she shakily dragged her hands

from her arms and looked to her hands. Blood!?

Her palms shook, white gloves stained with sanguinous fluids. so much so that

some dried round her wrists, and her latest victem's blood seeped through her

fingers like watered down mollasses, pooling in her gathered palms.

Hotaru's eyes flickered and the life came back to them.

"Oh papa. What have I done? What is this? I don't understand! Papa!" Hotaru

began to frantically unstrap the restraints that held her father in so tightly.

"Papa!" He collapsed into Hotaru's open arms. The blood soiled her wet fuku as

she pulled him closer to her. Tears streamed down her pale face. "What have I

done?"

Hotaru got up, leaving her father to lay on the floor. The life was indeed

replenished in Tomoe Hotaru's eyes. But rage also burned like firelight in her

eyes as well. Turning, wrath seething within her, she stalked towards 'Nny. Her

bloody gloved hand shot out in a blur of red and white, and she grabbed him,

unwarningly as he became aware that his plan had collapsed, and she was no more

his.

Hotaru pushed him harshly into the bloodied chair where he father had been.

"Leave Papa. Leave now." Her voice was steady and commanding.

Soichi gazed around, as if he didn't comprehend.

"I SAID LEAVE!" Yelled Hotaru as she uproariously strapped Johnny in, who had

no time to fight back, and felt no inclination to do so anyway. 'Nny's heart

throbbed in his chest. His breaths becoming quicker as Hotaru's furious gaze

bore into him.

Soichi quickened his pace and ran from the room, not wanting to disobey his

daughter. He was slightly dazed and did not know what he was doing in the

hectic place. He didn't comprehend the reasons for him being there. So he ran.

Listening to his daughters command and wanting to simply get out of the

hell-hole.

His blood streamed after him as his ran, and the small hole in his arm would

have to be mended. He ran and ran.

Hotaru looked at 'Nny who's eyes had become aware and alert. His thin frame was

wrapped into his own torture chair. Hotaru raised the blade

and thrust it behind her into the corner of the room.

Johnny focused his gaze on the askew blade.

"What…?"

"I won't be needing that for what I'm going to do with you!"

Her purple eyes glinted malice as she came closer to Nny…

Written by the collective efforts of Q and Hailey McCarthy-Goode