Change
by Kami-chan
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing: Black Lady/Setsuna
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Yuri, and some icky blood play
Disclaimer: Don't own Sailor Moon and blah blah blah diddly...
Notes: Eeeh... x.x;; Yeah, wtf, I REALLY don't know with this one. Feel free to blame me. It's weird and gross even for me... twitch Short and sick.
Enjoy, I guess. X.x Jesus.
"I took you home, set you on the glass,
I pulled off your wings, then I laughed."
- Deftones, 'Change (In the House of Flies)'
Setsuna's hands trembled as she lifted them to her face, wide eyes staring unblinkingly at the clinging scarlet fluids slowly beginning to creep down her fingers. It was such a solid, even color, contrasting so surreally with the deep bronze of her own flesh; almost as if something was telling her it wasn't supposed to be there. The cuts and scrapes she'd gotten as a child had before rendered blood on her skin, but this was different. This... it simply felt wrong. It wasn't even blood purposely spilt, it was... it made her feel ill.
And the child before her – no, the bastardization of a child – simply stared up at her, grinning in a crazed manner. Her cotton candy hair fell in cascades over her pale shoulders, hiding her pert breasts behind their pale curtain, trailing down to part over her bare hips. Setsuna could barely focus when her eyes met the other girl's, narrowed and angry, glaring with all the pent-up rage of a spoiled youngling, and yet undeniably intoxicating. It made her feel ill.
Rubbing her fingers together briefly, Setsuna shuddered at the sickening feeling of how slick these fluids were – how easily they slid against each other, and how they clung and lingered between her digits as she separated them again. Her gaze flickered over to the door, nearly beginning to weep. She wished more than anything else to dart up and out that door with a speed rivaling that of a frightened rabbit. Yet the binding about her neck remained tight, thick black plastic nearly choking her, held by a thick silver chain which the other girl held loosely in her grasp. It made her feel ill.
'Come on, they'll never accept you the way I will...' The words echoed cruelly in Setsuna's mind, rolling over and back like a sickening sonata that refused to end. She wanted to sob. She wanted to fall onto the soiled mattress and cry out tears of agony until it dried her up. Such pride and integrity she had to deny herself these desires. 'They'll never love you. You are death. Give in to me.' It made her feel ill.
The fallen guardian and the bastardization of that guardian's charge. Such an odd scene, with the promise of a horrid ending... a movie with so many twists and turns that by the end of the film, one wants to shoot oneself, simply for subjecting themselves to such mental torture. It made her feel ill.
And now this blood... this strange, slippery blood...
So incredibly ill...
The other girl slowly sat up, tugging on the chain with a cruel grin upon her ebony-painted lips. She leaned forward, seizing Setsuna's chin and forcing her into a brief kiss. Setsuna nearly gagged.
"You act like it never happens to you," the girl murmured, spreading her legs wider as she laid back down, "Now get back to work."
Setsuna leaned over the edge of the bed and wretched.
END