Authors Notes: Okay, I need something to vent out my anger on, so that's
how this fic was born. It'll probably just be a bunch of jumbled thoughts
at the beginning, but it'll become clear as the story progresses. And oh
yeah, I don't really like the Inners, so it might end up being a Senshi
break-up, Usagi goes to join the Outers type fic. Actually. It most likely
will.
Hope you enjoy.
The story is rated PG-13 for language.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, I do however own the foul mood I'm in today.
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Wounded Souls Never Heal ~ Chapter I
It was one of the fiercest thunderstorms the city of Tokyo had experienced in ages. So fierce that the Pacific Ocean itself seemed to be overflowing and pouring its depths into the streets. All had taken shelter within buildings; the rains were far too horrible to be out for any reason. This however didn't seem to bother the four young women who were tormenting another so much that she was down on her knees in the muddy ground of one of Juuban's parks, sobbing whilst taking their insults and any techniques they decided to throw at her.
"You're so clumsy! How is someone like you supposed to lead us!?" shouted a raven-haired girl from the extreme left. She wore a cardinal coloured, very short skirt, a colourless bodysuit with a sailor collar in the same cardinal colour, as well as two large bows, both of a deep violet. One of these adorned her chest, whilst the other rested on her lower back. In addition to her outfit, a small golden tiara with a ruby in the centre graced her forehead, and two star shaped red earrings hung from her lower earlobes.
A flame shot from the woman's open hand, hitting the sobbing blonde head on and burning off one of the rings that decorated the top of the long white glove she wore on her left hand. The blonde did no more than flinch as she continued to stare at the dirt. Her body was too battered, bruised and sore for her to react any differently.
Her normally impeccable, sparkling blonde hair lay limply in the mud, her odangoes having come undone long ago, when she was still running from the threats who now surrounded her. The sparkle in her sapphire blue eyes had long ago faded, to be replaced by fear and sorrow. Her senshi uniform was simply a mess. Torn, burnt and frayed, it hardly retained her modesty, let alone doing its job to shield her tender body from the assaults she was receiving. Her crescent moon adorned tiara was cracked down the middle and shards of the gold had been lost in the mud around her. Her right earring was non-existent, and her brooch was no more than the remains of the beautiful piece of jewelry it once was, the only part left being the small centre and the Silver Crystal.
"Please. stop." she managed to rasp out between chapped lips, from a dry throat despite the rain.
"It's all you deserve. You're a piece of trash, you don't deserve to be on our team, let alone lead us. Bitch." Snarled the brunette standing next to the raven-haired. She wore much the same outfit, save for definite colour differences. Her skirt was a forest green as was her sailor collar, and she had pale pink bows. A short lighting rod came from the emerald on her tiara, and she wore intricately designed earrings, which depicted a rose in full bloom.
The sobbing girl cringed as lightning coursed through her body, originating at the tip of the lightning rod. "Why are. you doing this.?" she whispered for what must have been the tenth time that horrid night. "Please.. Tell me. I d.don't under.stand." She was beginning to find it difficult to string sounds together, exhaustion and the wounds on her body were getting the better of her.
Ice pellets and freezing water connected with her chest and she gasped, bringing her arms up to warm the frozen areas. Ghastly blue orbs flew to a woman with hard blue eyes and short blue hair, wearing a uniform with a deep blue skirt and pale blue bows. She wore knee high blue boots and had a sapphire within her tiara. Her earrings were small blue studs, with more attached, so that it looked like various earrings trailing up her earlobes.
She was beyond begging for mercy, beyond trying to run. It was all she could do to keep from screaming when her final 'protector' lashed out a golden chain of hearts, causing yet another long rip in the back of her uniform. The leader of the four stepped forward.
"You have no right to call yourself a princess, nor a senshi. We suggest you give up your henshin brooch and the Silver Imperium Crystal, or risk facing an embarrassment such as this again." The golden haired warrior said clearly. The heart chain was back around her waist, resting just above an orange skirt, and below a light yellow bow. Her cornflower orbs held a commanding gaze and she looked oddly majestic, even with the rain pouring down and sticking her blonde tresses to her body. She held out her hand expectantly.
"Never. Never." the woman on the ground whispered, clenching the locket within her fist. More lightning hit her and she felt her body paralyze before a flame licked around her and then she simply fell forward into the mud, completely unconscious.
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"How dare they. This isn't my definition of loyalty. We'll be lucky if she can ever speak again, let alone move." Growled a woman's voice as she pounded a painted white wall that was a part of hospital room she stood in. She ran her fingers though her short tawny hair and scowled, before turning to look at the battered woman who lay between the white sheets of the hospital bed before her and her partner.
Rain still poured in torrents on the opposite side of the window, but the rain was the farthest thing from their minds as they watched the broken body of their princess for any form of life. Anything what so ever that would show a difference between today and the week she had already been here. There was still nothing. No movement, no sound. The tawny haired woman's fist rattled the wall again. It was her only way to express her emotion, she wouldn't break down and cry, unlike her teal haired girlfriend had done so many times this week.
Speaking of teal haired girlfriends, the one who had just been mentioned rested a slender hand of her girlfriend's upper arm. "Relax, she'll be alright." it was meant to be reassuring, though it was far from it mainly as a result of the woman's shaking and unsure voice. It was a phrase meant to soothe and only to soothe as neither of the two believed it to be true.
"I never saw them being mutinous. They were so. loyal. Sure they pushed her, but it was always in good fun. Or so I thought. We were wrong, we should have pulled her away from them before this happened. Before she was hurt beyond our powers of healing. I hate relying on doctors, but even her extreme healing powers can't help her. Especially with the Crystal missing. Those bitches are going to pay dearly." the threat was left open, but the way it slid off of the taller woman's tongue made the teal haired one worry.
For yes, the Silver Imperium Crystal appeared to have been stolen by unknown characters, though it was obvious to the two who they should point their fingers at. However the only way they would know would be if the wounded woman awoke, and even then they couldn't have definite proof. There was high suspicion that she would have passed out long before her life force was taken, so it probably wouldn't matter whether she awoke or not. She wouldn't be able to tell them much anyway, except for perhaps what triggered this change in behavior; something they were curious to find out.
The bed sheets suddenly rustled slightly as the woman lying beneath them shuddered and attempted to roll over, a soft sound escaping her lips. Hope entered the eyes of the two surrounding the bed, and the shorter woman bent down slightly, taking one delicate, bruised hand into her own.
"She's trying to open her eyes," said the taller in a whispered voice, tilting her head slightly towards the small movements of the woman's angelic face. Finally the shutters over her eyes opened to reveal grayish- blue dead looking eyes, which slowly surveyed their surroundings.
Her creased and cut lips moved, though no sound came out. Looking frustrated, she tried again with no success. Finally her eyes flitted around again, obviously searching for something. They fell on a bottle of water that sat on the table next to the bed, and she attempted to reach for it, not realizing that her hand was in fact attached to an IV line. She winced as the needle pulled at her skin, and let her hand fall limply to the bed, though her throat screamed for the refreshment of the liquid on the table.
The teal haired woman had spotted the dilemma immediately, and now lifted the bottle from the table, pouring a bit of water into a small paper cup while her girlfriend adjusted the bed so that it could be drunk without causing choking.
The long, haired blonde drank the water slowly, letting it soothe her dry throat, before she managed to croak out, "How did I get here?"
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There's a reason I left it here. For the sake of sleep and Japanese class in the morning. Besides, it makes for a good cliffhanger.
Hope you like
~Faded
Hope you enjoy.
The story is rated PG-13 for language.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, I do however own the foul mood I'm in today.
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Wounded Souls Never Heal ~ Chapter I
It was one of the fiercest thunderstorms the city of Tokyo had experienced in ages. So fierce that the Pacific Ocean itself seemed to be overflowing and pouring its depths into the streets. All had taken shelter within buildings; the rains were far too horrible to be out for any reason. This however didn't seem to bother the four young women who were tormenting another so much that she was down on her knees in the muddy ground of one of Juuban's parks, sobbing whilst taking their insults and any techniques they decided to throw at her.
"You're so clumsy! How is someone like you supposed to lead us!?" shouted a raven-haired girl from the extreme left. She wore a cardinal coloured, very short skirt, a colourless bodysuit with a sailor collar in the same cardinal colour, as well as two large bows, both of a deep violet. One of these adorned her chest, whilst the other rested on her lower back. In addition to her outfit, a small golden tiara with a ruby in the centre graced her forehead, and two star shaped red earrings hung from her lower earlobes.
A flame shot from the woman's open hand, hitting the sobbing blonde head on and burning off one of the rings that decorated the top of the long white glove she wore on her left hand. The blonde did no more than flinch as she continued to stare at the dirt. Her body was too battered, bruised and sore for her to react any differently.
Her normally impeccable, sparkling blonde hair lay limply in the mud, her odangoes having come undone long ago, when she was still running from the threats who now surrounded her. The sparkle in her sapphire blue eyes had long ago faded, to be replaced by fear and sorrow. Her senshi uniform was simply a mess. Torn, burnt and frayed, it hardly retained her modesty, let alone doing its job to shield her tender body from the assaults she was receiving. Her crescent moon adorned tiara was cracked down the middle and shards of the gold had been lost in the mud around her. Her right earring was non-existent, and her brooch was no more than the remains of the beautiful piece of jewelry it once was, the only part left being the small centre and the Silver Crystal.
"Please. stop." she managed to rasp out between chapped lips, from a dry throat despite the rain.
"It's all you deserve. You're a piece of trash, you don't deserve to be on our team, let alone lead us. Bitch." Snarled the brunette standing next to the raven-haired. She wore much the same outfit, save for definite colour differences. Her skirt was a forest green as was her sailor collar, and she had pale pink bows. A short lighting rod came from the emerald on her tiara, and she wore intricately designed earrings, which depicted a rose in full bloom.
The sobbing girl cringed as lightning coursed through her body, originating at the tip of the lightning rod. "Why are. you doing this.?" she whispered for what must have been the tenth time that horrid night. "Please.. Tell me. I d.don't under.stand." She was beginning to find it difficult to string sounds together, exhaustion and the wounds on her body were getting the better of her.
Ice pellets and freezing water connected with her chest and she gasped, bringing her arms up to warm the frozen areas. Ghastly blue orbs flew to a woman with hard blue eyes and short blue hair, wearing a uniform with a deep blue skirt and pale blue bows. She wore knee high blue boots and had a sapphire within her tiara. Her earrings were small blue studs, with more attached, so that it looked like various earrings trailing up her earlobes.
She was beyond begging for mercy, beyond trying to run. It was all she could do to keep from screaming when her final 'protector' lashed out a golden chain of hearts, causing yet another long rip in the back of her uniform. The leader of the four stepped forward.
"You have no right to call yourself a princess, nor a senshi. We suggest you give up your henshin brooch and the Silver Imperium Crystal, or risk facing an embarrassment such as this again." The golden haired warrior said clearly. The heart chain was back around her waist, resting just above an orange skirt, and below a light yellow bow. Her cornflower orbs held a commanding gaze and she looked oddly majestic, even with the rain pouring down and sticking her blonde tresses to her body. She held out her hand expectantly.
"Never. Never." the woman on the ground whispered, clenching the locket within her fist. More lightning hit her and she felt her body paralyze before a flame licked around her and then she simply fell forward into the mud, completely unconscious.
*
"How dare they. This isn't my definition of loyalty. We'll be lucky if she can ever speak again, let alone move." Growled a woman's voice as she pounded a painted white wall that was a part of hospital room she stood in. She ran her fingers though her short tawny hair and scowled, before turning to look at the battered woman who lay between the white sheets of the hospital bed before her and her partner.
Rain still poured in torrents on the opposite side of the window, but the rain was the farthest thing from their minds as they watched the broken body of their princess for any form of life. Anything what so ever that would show a difference between today and the week she had already been here. There was still nothing. No movement, no sound. The tawny haired woman's fist rattled the wall again. It was her only way to express her emotion, she wouldn't break down and cry, unlike her teal haired girlfriend had done so many times this week.
Speaking of teal haired girlfriends, the one who had just been mentioned rested a slender hand of her girlfriend's upper arm. "Relax, she'll be alright." it was meant to be reassuring, though it was far from it mainly as a result of the woman's shaking and unsure voice. It was a phrase meant to soothe and only to soothe as neither of the two believed it to be true.
"I never saw them being mutinous. They were so. loyal. Sure they pushed her, but it was always in good fun. Or so I thought. We were wrong, we should have pulled her away from them before this happened. Before she was hurt beyond our powers of healing. I hate relying on doctors, but even her extreme healing powers can't help her. Especially with the Crystal missing. Those bitches are going to pay dearly." the threat was left open, but the way it slid off of the taller woman's tongue made the teal haired one worry.
For yes, the Silver Imperium Crystal appeared to have been stolen by unknown characters, though it was obvious to the two who they should point their fingers at. However the only way they would know would be if the wounded woman awoke, and even then they couldn't have definite proof. There was high suspicion that she would have passed out long before her life force was taken, so it probably wouldn't matter whether she awoke or not. She wouldn't be able to tell them much anyway, except for perhaps what triggered this change in behavior; something they were curious to find out.
The bed sheets suddenly rustled slightly as the woman lying beneath them shuddered and attempted to roll over, a soft sound escaping her lips. Hope entered the eyes of the two surrounding the bed, and the shorter woman bent down slightly, taking one delicate, bruised hand into her own.
"She's trying to open her eyes," said the taller in a whispered voice, tilting her head slightly towards the small movements of the woman's angelic face. Finally the shutters over her eyes opened to reveal grayish- blue dead looking eyes, which slowly surveyed their surroundings.
Her creased and cut lips moved, though no sound came out. Looking frustrated, she tried again with no success. Finally her eyes flitted around again, obviously searching for something. They fell on a bottle of water that sat on the table next to the bed, and she attempted to reach for it, not realizing that her hand was in fact attached to an IV line. She winced as the needle pulled at her skin, and let her hand fall limply to the bed, though her throat screamed for the refreshment of the liquid on the table.
The teal haired woman had spotted the dilemma immediately, and now lifted the bottle from the table, pouring a bit of water into a small paper cup while her girlfriend adjusted the bed so that it could be drunk without causing choking.
The long, haired blonde drank the water slowly, letting it soothe her dry throat, before she managed to croak out, "How did I get here?"
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There's a reason I left it here. For the sake of sleep and Japanese class in the morning. Besides, it makes for a good cliffhanger.
Hope you like
~Faded