I'm Not In Love
by Sailor Fantasy
Chapter 2: Motives Revealed?
Disclaimer: A pencil with eraser bought from Staples? 10 cents. A scientific calculator bought from Lehman College bookstore? $15.49. Being
able to have every Sailor Moon* and Weiss Kreuz* item on the market and having unconditional ownership over them? Priceless. Mastercard*, gets
you anything and anywhere. Get your Mastercard* today.
* We don't own.
AN: Well, since we got such a positive response, I decided to go along with the story. Now, a few of you have taken notice that this story is slightly similar to Aideen Legacy-sama's Love For Fun. I'm telling you now, as much as I am extremely flattered (*holds up sign and bows considerably low* We love your work, Aideen-sama!), this story will not be going into that direction...at all, I think. This is a pretty deep story, one that involves much using, abusing, and Mamoru bashing, which, of course, is probably the only thing me and Aideen-sama have in common. Aideen- sama===experienced, better writer. Fantasy-chan====err... crap literate artist? . I'll try to update all my stories by the end of this month, but no promises people. I got three younger brothers, one little sister, two half younger brothers, and two more half younger sisters I have to take care of. Plus, not to mention My half older brothers and sisters that are always bugging me, but thank God are never here.
AN to Dream Fairy: Gomen I haven't emailed you back yet, my okassan (grr...) Has changed my password to my screenname on AOL, and now I can't get into my account.... grrr... baka Okaasan! *sigh* But, I did get your email... and though I can't remember what most of it said right now, hopefully I'll remember it soon, hmm? *sweatdrop* Ah... I think it mentioned our idea of a Joint Fic, correct? Just to let you know, it'll be my first J.F. too, and if you need more time to think about it, it's definitely all right. Meanwhile, I have to go find myself a new way to get a screenname with a free email account...hmm... Wonder if I can get MiGente...
AN to Sailor Ronin Usa-chan: Hai, I know... several people have mentioned that this story reminds them of Love For Fun. But I want to scream and say "Don't insult her like that!" LOL. According to my muse, Leirbag Rex-kun no baka, this chapter is much better than the first, but still shorter than any chapter I have ever written... I have read your version of Love for Fun, and enjoyed it immensely. When are you planning to get the second chapter out, hmm? Ah, yes. Schu-honey is a bit OOC in the first chapter, but we'll see why in this chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Language. Some blood, but not much.
Quote of the Update: I'm Bad! I know it! I'll shake my booty to show it!
*** He was staring at her.
Usagi didn't know whether to be suspicious or angry—whether to ask what the hell was he doing or yell at him to get the hell out of here, was the question. But neither left her lips, as she just set her lips in a firm line, determined not to think anything. After all, telepathy did give people unfair advantages, and if she was absolutely thoughtless, perhaps she could gain some weird upper hand...
But despite that, Usagi wished her senshi would save her, could save her. She needed help. But she knew it was already too late. The sin had been committed, and now...
'Aww...liebe, you shouldn't act so depressed. It's not like you,' a husky voice in her mind, chuckling in the deep recesses of her mind.
It was then Usagi snapped. She couldn't take it anymore! "Who do you think you are?!" she cried out, throwing her pillow in his direction. He had long since unhandcuffed her, and it had taken a while to make her mind realize she was free from all the bonds that had held her down. Schuldich ducked and laughed outright, his voice carrying through the room and echoing in Usagi's ear 10 times as louder. She winced. "Who are you to tell me how I'm like, jerk!? Stop reading my mind! You don't even know me!"
Schuldich laughed again, albeit more mockingly. "I know more about you than you do yourself, chibi koneko-hime."
"Don't call me that!" Usagi snarled, glaring at him through tears. That name was only reserved for people who cared for her; who loved her.
"But liebe, who's to say that I don't care for you?" Schuldich purred, crawling towards the scared youth. Usagi began to back away, but he was too quick for her. Usagi yelped as she was slammed gently into the headboard, and found herself staring into mocking stormy blue eyes. Her eyelids shadowed her eyes, hoping to control her feelings and hide her thoughts. She did not want this. She did not want *him*. So why was her heart beating so fast?
"Maybe, just perhaps... your body is telling itself something that your mind is not aware of yet..." he seductively purred, taking the final inch closer and kissing her softly. The girl yelped and fought to get away, only to be stopped when he wrapped his hands around her small frame and around her arms. He smiled against her lips.
'You are mine, liebe.'
Usagi panicked. What the hell was he doing? Why was he doing this to her for?! Vaguely, she put a mental note away to kill Minako and the girls when she got back home... if she got back home. She groaned, and seeing this as a very welcoming opportunity, Schuldich shoved his tongue into her mouth. Usagi choked. So this was it.... he only wanted her for sex! This bastard was going to rape her! Bile was rising quickly in her throat, and threatening to be released. So, faced with no other positive alternatives, Usagi did the only thing a rabbit would do when faced with danger.
She bit the hell out of him.
He roared, jumping back from her just as last night's drinks and club crackers made friends with his silk emerald sheets... His *favorite* silk emerald sheets that he had paid over five hundred dollars for. He was more than pissed.
"What the fuck was that for!?" he rasped, tongue throbbing and more than possibly leaking with blood. Damn, this bunny rabbit had *fangs*. Discontent rose inside of him as he watched her throw up more on his emerald silk sheets. She had no more food to throw up now; all that was coming up now was stomach fluids. He scowled faintly. From what he had heard from Nagi, and from past experiences of hangovers, that was bad for your teeth. "Stop."
She gagged, feeling a little more than queasy, but still having nothing more to throw up. He sighed as he walked over, patting her back. "It's all right liebe," he muttered, hand trailing up her back and brushing over her neck. He nearly jerked his hand away. She was burning up! "Fever, liebe?" he teased, but stopped when she looked up at him with blank, hollow eyes. He tried to search her head for some sort of thought, but came back with none. He bit his lip, crushing the emotion threatening to make itself known. No, he was not worried over this girl... he was only feeling this way because of what she could be offering him. Right.
'Nagi,' he mentally called, not wanting to bother the clairvoyant for the simple fact that he would just tell Schuldich to deal with it. 'Nagi, come.'
'What is it?' the boy snapped. Obviously Schuldich had interrupted some sort of hacking challenge. Schuldich smirked.
'Liebe here has a high fever. Come take care of her while I dry clean my sheets,' he ordered, stroking her blonde hair. As much as he usually tyrannized Nagi around to do his laundry (and other dirty things), he would not trust the kid with his expensive sheets. Lord knew the kid would purposely destroy them with his powers. Usagi just looked up at him blankly. What had happened to her to make her like this? Finally, she opened her mouth, and Schuldich bent down to listen.
"Your blood..." she whispered, still staring with spit and vomit trailing down her chin in a thin line. "It's....I can taste your blood...:" And with that dramatic last line, she passed out. Schuldich nearly rolled his eyes. Like he didn't have his own metallic taste to worry about. That was his damn tongue!...This was Farfie's type of thing!
'Why should I? She's your fucktoy,' Nagi answered smoothly, almost coldly. Schuldich frowned. That boy was growing up to be more and more like Brad everyday. Why couldn't he be more like Schuldich, hmm? He was a pretty good role model if you looked past the obsessive drinking, smoking, wild hairdo, sex...and mind reading and...
'Because this fucktoy will get us a seat at her throne,' replied Schuldich, beginning to snatch the dirtied sheets. 'And unless you was to be my personal shoe licker, get your ass down here now!'
Mental grumbles could be heard as the boy aversely assented, but Schuldich ignored it. Gathering up all his sheets, he stood up... only to feel some wet stuff on his pajama pants.
'Shit! She got my pants!' Another expensive silk belonging ruined. This girl was becoming more trouble than she was—
No. These sheets and PJs were nothing worth more than that throne. At that thought, Schuldich smirked as he walked out of the room, his mind searching Nagi's out. Nagi was right around the opposite corner, so that he wouldn't have to run into the boy and risk his sarcastic smart-ass remarks on his pants. After all, Schuldich did have a reputation to live up to... future king or not.
'Long live King Schuldich...hmm... I think I like the sound of that,' he concluded, his smirk growing all the wider. 'Or better yet... Schuldich the Great, the King who lived!... Maybe that too... Oomph!'
Schuldich had run into something that very much felt like a wall...something that would be reincarnated to be a wall, if Schuldich didn't say so himself. Brad Crawford stood above him, in all his noble air. Schuldich knew something smelt funny, when he had turned that corner. Was it Crawford's natural aura, or was it the cologne he used? Schuldich made a mental note to ask later.
"Schuldich," the man seemed to bellow in his normal tone, as Schuldich slightly winced from the still apparent hangover. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Laundry day?" Schuldich shot back, pulling himself off the floor. "You can tell the future, Braddy boy. You tell me."
"The girl.... she is fragile," Brad observed, though Schuldich knew Brad never met the girl. He watched as Brad slightly tilted his head and narrow his eyes. Schuldich rolled his eyes. There he goes, into that 'new vision' crap.
"And?" Schuldich wanted to know.
It was a while until Brad spoke again. He narrowed his eyes even more at schuldich, pushing up his glasses with his forefinger. "Do not break her, Schuldich. We lost a chance at immortality once, don't screw it up for us again."
"You don't have to worry about me, oh grand leader," Schuldich sneered, watching out of the corner of his eye as Brad walked from him. "You just mind your part of the deal, all right?"
"Of course," came the dry answer. And with that, Brad Crawford disappeared out of the hall and around the corner. Once out of Crawford's sight, Schuldich shivered. That man gave him the heebie jeebies, with his fortune telling and all. Kind of reminded him of that American television psychic lady, Ms. Cleo. But other than that, Schuldich kept his little smirk playing on his lips. The day started off bad, but good luck things did tend to happen to bad people... it came with the job of being the villain.
But at times like this, when you had to be very delicate with the situations (especially when luck was the only thing you had...) things more than often led in the wrong direction, *especially* if you're the villain...and it was at these times where Crawford would pull the strings he knew he had and amaze Schuldich by pulling these evil deeds off. Though he would never admit it, Schuldich admired Brad Crawford.
I mean...
How many people claimed to ever get to fool and sleep with the guardian of time?
***
How was that? Let me know, kay? Now who expected the guardian of time Setsuna-chan to be in on this? Poor Setsuna! Hope everyone enjoys the Easter break!
by Sailor Fantasy
Chapter 2: Motives Revealed?
Disclaimer: A pencil with eraser bought from Staples? 10 cents. A scientific calculator bought from Lehman College bookstore? $15.49. Being
able to have every Sailor Moon* and Weiss Kreuz* item on the market and having unconditional ownership over them? Priceless. Mastercard*, gets
you anything and anywhere. Get your Mastercard* today.
* We don't own.
AN: Well, since we got such a positive response, I decided to go along with the story. Now, a few of you have taken notice that this story is slightly similar to Aideen Legacy-sama's Love For Fun. I'm telling you now, as much as I am extremely flattered (*holds up sign and bows considerably low* We love your work, Aideen-sama!), this story will not be going into that direction...at all, I think. This is a pretty deep story, one that involves much using, abusing, and Mamoru bashing, which, of course, is probably the only thing me and Aideen-sama have in common. Aideen- sama===experienced, better writer. Fantasy-chan====err... crap literate artist? . I'll try to update all my stories by the end of this month, but no promises people. I got three younger brothers, one little sister, two half younger brothers, and two more half younger sisters I have to take care of. Plus, not to mention My half older brothers and sisters that are always bugging me, but thank God are never here.
AN to Dream Fairy: Gomen I haven't emailed you back yet, my okassan (grr...) Has changed my password to my screenname on AOL, and now I can't get into my account.... grrr... baka Okaasan! *sigh* But, I did get your email... and though I can't remember what most of it said right now, hopefully I'll remember it soon, hmm? *sweatdrop* Ah... I think it mentioned our idea of a Joint Fic, correct? Just to let you know, it'll be my first J.F. too, and if you need more time to think about it, it's definitely all right. Meanwhile, I have to go find myself a new way to get a screenname with a free email account...hmm... Wonder if I can get MiGente...
AN to Sailor Ronin Usa-chan: Hai, I know... several people have mentioned that this story reminds them of Love For Fun. But I want to scream and say "Don't insult her like that!" LOL. According to my muse, Leirbag Rex-kun no baka, this chapter is much better than the first, but still shorter than any chapter I have ever written... I have read your version of Love for Fun, and enjoyed it immensely. When are you planning to get the second chapter out, hmm? Ah, yes. Schu-honey is a bit OOC in the first chapter, but we'll see why in this chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Language. Some blood, but not much.
Quote of the Update: I'm Bad! I know it! I'll shake my booty to show it!
*** He was staring at her.
Usagi didn't know whether to be suspicious or angry—whether to ask what the hell was he doing or yell at him to get the hell out of here, was the question. But neither left her lips, as she just set her lips in a firm line, determined not to think anything. After all, telepathy did give people unfair advantages, and if she was absolutely thoughtless, perhaps she could gain some weird upper hand...
But despite that, Usagi wished her senshi would save her, could save her. She needed help. But she knew it was already too late. The sin had been committed, and now...
'Aww...liebe, you shouldn't act so depressed. It's not like you,' a husky voice in her mind, chuckling in the deep recesses of her mind.
It was then Usagi snapped. She couldn't take it anymore! "Who do you think you are?!" she cried out, throwing her pillow in his direction. He had long since unhandcuffed her, and it had taken a while to make her mind realize she was free from all the bonds that had held her down. Schuldich ducked and laughed outright, his voice carrying through the room and echoing in Usagi's ear 10 times as louder. She winced. "Who are you to tell me how I'm like, jerk!? Stop reading my mind! You don't even know me!"
Schuldich laughed again, albeit more mockingly. "I know more about you than you do yourself, chibi koneko-hime."
"Don't call me that!" Usagi snarled, glaring at him through tears. That name was only reserved for people who cared for her; who loved her.
"But liebe, who's to say that I don't care for you?" Schuldich purred, crawling towards the scared youth. Usagi began to back away, but he was too quick for her. Usagi yelped as she was slammed gently into the headboard, and found herself staring into mocking stormy blue eyes. Her eyelids shadowed her eyes, hoping to control her feelings and hide her thoughts. She did not want this. She did not want *him*. So why was her heart beating so fast?
"Maybe, just perhaps... your body is telling itself something that your mind is not aware of yet..." he seductively purred, taking the final inch closer and kissing her softly. The girl yelped and fought to get away, only to be stopped when he wrapped his hands around her small frame and around her arms. He smiled against her lips.
'You are mine, liebe.'
Usagi panicked. What the hell was he doing? Why was he doing this to her for?! Vaguely, she put a mental note away to kill Minako and the girls when she got back home... if she got back home. She groaned, and seeing this as a very welcoming opportunity, Schuldich shoved his tongue into her mouth. Usagi choked. So this was it.... he only wanted her for sex! This bastard was going to rape her! Bile was rising quickly in her throat, and threatening to be released. So, faced with no other positive alternatives, Usagi did the only thing a rabbit would do when faced with danger.
She bit the hell out of him.
He roared, jumping back from her just as last night's drinks and club crackers made friends with his silk emerald sheets... His *favorite* silk emerald sheets that he had paid over five hundred dollars for. He was more than pissed.
"What the fuck was that for!?" he rasped, tongue throbbing and more than possibly leaking with blood. Damn, this bunny rabbit had *fangs*. Discontent rose inside of him as he watched her throw up more on his emerald silk sheets. She had no more food to throw up now; all that was coming up now was stomach fluids. He scowled faintly. From what he had heard from Nagi, and from past experiences of hangovers, that was bad for your teeth. "Stop."
She gagged, feeling a little more than queasy, but still having nothing more to throw up. He sighed as he walked over, patting her back. "It's all right liebe," he muttered, hand trailing up her back and brushing over her neck. He nearly jerked his hand away. She was burning up! "Fever, liebe?" he teased, but stopped when she looked up at him with blank, hollow eyes. He tried to search her head for some sort of thought, but came back with none. He bit his lip, crushing the emotion threatening to make itself known. No, he was not worried over this girl... he was only feeling this way because of what she could be offering him. Right.
'Nagi,' he mentally called, not wanting to bother the clairvoyant for the simple fact that he would just tell Schuldich to deal with it. 'Nagi, come.'
'What is it?' the boy snapped. Obviously Schuldich had interrupted some sort of hacking challenge. Schuldich smirked.
'Liebe here has a high fever. Come take care of her while I dry clean my sheets,' he ordered, stroking her blonde hair. As much as he usually tyrannized Nagi around to do his laundry (and other dirty things), he would not trust the kid with his expensive sheets. Lord knew the kid would purposely destroy them with his powers. Usagi just looked up at him blankly. What had happened to her to make her like this? Finally, she opened her mouth, and Schuldich bent down to listen.
"Your blood..." she whispered, still staring with spit and vomit trailing down her chin in a thin line. "It's....I can taste your blood...:" And with that dramatic last line, she passed out. Schuldich nearly rolled his eyes. Like he didn't have his own metallic taste to worry about. That was his damn tongue!...This was Farfie's type of thing!
'Why should I? She's your fucktoy,' Nagi answered smoothly, almost coldly. Schuldich frowned. That boy was growing up to be more and more like Brad everyday. Why couldn't he be more like Schuldich, hmm? He was a pretty good role model if you looked past the obsessive drinking, smoking, wild hairdo, sex...and mind reading and...
'Because this fucktoy will get us a seat at her throne,' replied Schuldich, beginning to snatch the dirtied sheets. 'And unless you was to be my personal shoe licker, get your ass down here now!'
Mental grumbles could be heard as the boy aversely assented, but Schuldich ignored it. Gathering up all his sheets, he stood up... only to feel some wet stuff on his pajama pants.
'Shit! She got my pants!' Another expensive silk belonging ruined. This girl was becoming more trouble than she was—
No. These sheets and PJs were nothing worth more than that throne. At that thought, Schuldich smirked as he walked out of the room, his mind searching Nagi's out. Nagi was right around the opposite corner, so that he wouldn't have to run into the boy and risk his sarcastic smart-ass remarks on his pants. After all, Schuldich did have a reputation to live up to... future king or not.
'Long live King Schuldich...hmm... I think I like the sound of that,' he concluded, his smirk growing all the wider. 'Or better yet... Schuldich the Great, the King who lived!... Maybe that too... Oomph!'
Schuldich had run into something that very much felt like a wall...something that would be reincarnated to be a wall, if Schuldich didn't say so himself. Brad Crawford stood above him, in all his noble air. Schuldich knew something smelt funny, when he had turned that corner. Was it Crawford's natural aura, or was it the cologne he used? Schuldich made a mental note to ask later.
"Schuldich," the man seemed to bellow in his normal tone, as Schuldich slightly winced from the still apparent hangover. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Laundry day?" Schuldich shot back, pulling himself off the floor. "You can tell the future, Braddy boy. You tell me."
"The girl.... she is fragile," Brad observed, though Schuldich knew Brad never met the girl. He watched as Brad slightly tilted his head and narrow his eyes. Schuldich rolled his eyes. There he goes, into that 'new vision' crap.
"And?" Schuldich wanted to know.
It was a while until Brad spoke again. He narrowed his eyes even more at schuldich, pushing up his glasses with his forefinger. "Do not break her, Schuldich. We lost a chance at immortality once, don't screw it up for us again."
"You don't have to worry about me, oh grand leader," Schuldich sneered, watching out of the corner of his eye as Brad walked from him. "You just mind your part of the deal, all right?"
"Of course," came the dry answer. And with that, Brad Crawford disappeared out of the hall and around the corner. Once out of Crawford's sight, Schuldich shivered. That man gave him the heebie jeebies, with his fortune telling and all. Kind of reminded him of that American television psychic lady, Ms. Cleo. But other than that, Schuldich kept his little smirk playing on his lips. The day started off bad, but good luck things did tend to happen to bad people... it came with the job of being the villain.
But at times like this, when you had to be very delicate with the situations (especially when luck was the only thing you had...) things more than often led in the wrong direction, *especially* if you're the villain...and it was at these times where Crawford would pull the strings he knew he had and amaze Schuldich by pulling these evil deeds off. Though he would never admit it, Schuldich admired Brad Crawford.
I mean...
How many people claimed to ever get to fool and sleep with the guardian of time?
***
How was that? Let me know, kay? Now who expected the guardian of time Setsuna-chan to be in on this? Poor Setsuna! Hope everyone enjoys the Easter break!