A/N: So, I just couldn't stop writing this chapter out and here it is. Buckle up folks, you are in for one hell of a ride with this one.
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*WARNING! CAUTION! MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE!: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC RAPE SCENES THAT ARE NOT SUITABLE FOR MOST AUDIENCES AND POSSIBLE TRIGGERS! THIS CHAPTER IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY THIS IS AN M RATED FIC. READ ON WITH EXTREME CAUTION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.*
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Korrupted.
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Rei sat across from the sacred fire at her temple, trying to breathe steadily as she listened to the girl next to her breathing as well. "Slower breaths, Mako-chan. Try to meditate as you breathe." The miko suggested, her amethyst eyes closed as the warrior of thunder shifted next to her.
A week ago, they had discovered Makoto nearly dead while sleeping thanks to Minako's terrified babbling, but since then it had gotten worse. Sometimes, they would hear the voice of Dark Makoto, see her snarling face in windows and mirrors, things flying across the room as if hurled by an enraged being. So far, the temple seemed to be the only place that the cruel personality couldn't show at all, Rei's grandfather constantly placing up talismans to help keep it at bay. Makoto had been offered the spare futon in Rei's room for the time being, the uncomfortable tomboy forced to interact with the perverted old man directly for the first time two days ago. At the mention of the two high school graduates sharing a room, the elder had simply arched an eyebrow at Rei before smiling. "Another pretty girl to help around our humble shrine? I daresay that more young men might be praying here soon. I'll get you a stronger broom, Rei."
The raven haired warrior could plainly read through his masked words; he could tell that this was the person that had stolen his granddaughter's heart. But instead of being repulsed, he was willing to help her shoo away anyone who might try to snatch the green eyed Amazon from the psychic. A shy but grateful smile had played across her lips, bowing to the man deeply. "Arigatou." Was all she could whisper, seeing him grin broadly.
Now, the tall brunette was in her martial arts gi, trying to find a steady rhythm to her breathing as the miko took a peek at her. The gentle expression on Makoto's face was enough to stoke the burning desire within her to a steady blaze, Rei feeling her cheeks grow warm as a slight blush trailed her features, a smirk on her lips. But a sudden chilled breeze cut through her thoughts as tiny feet raced towards the duo, one of the children rushing in to hand Rei a torn scrap of paper. "Nani?" She inquired, seeing him grin as he pushed the item into her hands before taking off once again. The shrine maiden turned the paper over in her hands curiously to decipher exactly what the boy had given her before dropping it with a gasp.
It was one of her grandfather's talismans.
Violet eyes locked onto Makoto's face, so far seeing the same peaceful expression on her sun-kissed features, but the sound of small running feet caught her attention again and had her stand swiftly to meet the boy at the door as he handed her two more. The miko took hold of the boy's hands, halting him from taking off again. "Yuno, why are you taking these down? These are very important." She pressed in a gentle voice, watching the youth shift uncomfortably.
"A w-woman outside said that you asked for them to be taken down, Rei-chan. She looks like Mako-chan. I th-thought it was her sister. G-gomenasai, Rei-chan." He confessed in a timid voice, the senshi of passion turning pale. "Yuno, how... How many did you take down?"
She watched him shift more, her heart thundering almost as loudly as the sounds that accompanied Makoto's attacks. "Almost ten. But other were starting to join in, Rei-chan... Gomenasai! I didn't know!"
The shrine maiden pulled the distraught boy into a firm hug, instructing him to go and have the other children stop pulling the talismans down before rushing back to Makoto. The warrior had wedged herself into a corner, holding her head as if trying to block sounds that Rei wasn't able to hear, but the small electrical burn scar on her left shoulder she had gotten from giving Makoto CPR was tingling. Dark Makoto had managed to break down the protective barriers through the unknowing and innocent children, Rei flipping open her communicator to call the first person who sprang to mind to help her. "Moshi moshi?"
"Ami-chan, come to the shrine, quickly. The wards were removed and Mako-chan is-" she was cut off by the words, "I'll be there in ten minutes." And then the other end clicked off.
Rei took a step towards Makoto, reaching out towards her only to find a scroll fly at her from off the far wall, the miko forced to duck so the heavy paper wouldn't swat her in her face. "Makoto, it's okay. Breathe deep, steady. I'm here for you, please..." The psychic urged, taking another step towards the shaking girl, reaching out to her again.
The brunette clutched her head tightly, trying to keep out the words that were being hissed at her.
"Look at that loser. I heard she likes to fight. That's why she got kicked out of her old school."
"How would you like me to kill you?"
The lightning soldier covered her ears, but Rei's soft voice cut through all of the chaos in her mind, scared green hues meeting concerned purple as the miko knelt before her, reaching out to gently cup her cheek. "Deep, steady breaths. We can get through this. In, and out. Focus on me, Mako-chan." The voice was grounding, soothing, Makoto breathing in Rei's scent of fire, sweat, and flowers in her effort to reclaim her mind, the other voices fading away as she did so.
Minutes passed, and the door to the fire room slid open, Makoto glancing up to see the bluenette standing there, already transformed, but something was off. The expression was cold, aloof. The uniform of the Mercury soldier was marked with black as was her tiara, Makoto gasping in shock. 'Dark Mercury...' She mentally whimpered, watching the girl raise her ice blade to Rei and herself. "IIE!" The tall fighter cried, standing up to lay a powerful palm strike into the girl's chest to knock her back. "Makoto, what are you doing?!" She heard the miko cry out in horror, turning to face her but seeing Dark Makoto leaning against the wall with a cruel grin.
Makoto stammered to speak as Rei darted forward, green eyes seeing Ami on the floor, holding her chest in pain. No Dark Mercury, or even regular Mercury; just Ami crying in pain as Rei tried to help her sit up. "Oops. I think you broke her. See, this kind of shit is exactly why you can't have nice things." The cold voice taunted from the wall, the terrified brunette turning towards her.
"Why did you trick me?! Doushite?!" She sobbed at the figure, hearing her cackle wildly. "Because I told you I would make you pay. These traitors left us to die!" Makoto shook her head frantically, not seeing the other two stare at her in open shock as she spoke to seemingly nothing. "Iie, they didn't! I chose to save Usagi! That was my choice alone, and they aren't to blame!"
The snarl from the evil woman was so loud, the miko and injured genius heard it as well, the faint form of Dark Makoto moving closer to the trembling, crying woman before vanishing again. "You must not remember it, then. Here, you wanted to remember it so badly? THEN LET ME HELP YOU! I'm DONE protecting you from the truth!" It shouted at her furiously, releasing the flood of memories that the dark personality had been holding back, previously only allowing small bits to trickle through at a time.
-"RUN!" She yelled to Usagi as the girl stared at her in shock. A tiny part of her was hoping that Usagi would break the unspoken oath and transform in front of the men to save her, but she dashed off back towards the arcade instead, Makoto striking at her attackers from her position on the concrete. She felt a kick to her side, feeling a few of her ribs fracture from the force as a groan of pain managed to escape her as she curled up, the second kick forcing a pained whimper to leave her lips.
Makoto held her sides as her head throbbed painfully, the sluggish trickle of blood soaking her disheveled brown hair as she struggled to regain her breath, looking up in time to see four sadistic grins flashing at her. When the man who had stabbed Usagi gripped her crimson tinted locks and pulled her to her unsteady feet, the tall fighter gripped his wrist weakly to ease the pressure from her injured head, the world seeming to pulse in and out of focus. Another timid groan of pain escaped her battered lips, her free hand holding what she knew was at least two broken ribs; Ami and Saeko would be furious with her for being this injured. His unclear face was still grinning at her, his breath heavy with the scent of alcohol as he spoke to her. "What pretty eyes y'have... Just like 'meralds..."
She shuddered at his words, the pain from her ribs making her grimace at the involuntary action of disgust. His words were so disturbing, they seemed to be tangibly slithering against her cheek like a filthy oil spill, the fighter wanting nothing more than to kill this man for both her sake and Usagi's. She suddenly found his mouth pressed to hers, his thick tongue grazing against her lips lewdly before she turned her head free, whimpering as the motion caused her skull to hammer harshly. "Please, stop it!" Makoto begged in a voice that trembled as much as her body, the man instead biting the soft skin of her throat hard enough that she cried out in pain, finding his hands now gripping her wrists and pinning her back against the brick wall. Makoto was growing more and more afraid as she took stock of her situation through the haze of pain, disoriented as the helplessness melded with the fear. The pressure of his body against hers was enough to make her want to screech in pain, but his mouth was once again on hers as she struggled to break free, to escape.
His grip on her left hand loosened just enough to pull it free as he bit her lower lip hard enough to cause it to bleed once more, the warrior taking advantage of that to grip his face as she turned her head to the side again and rake her short nails across his features, hearing him snarl in drunken fury. She felt his hand grip her wrist moments before the other was pressed over her mouth, then her hand jerked painfully hard as the bone snapped, the girl's muffled cry of pain punctuated with sobs. "Don't d'that again..." He growled at her in warning, turning to one of his friends to say something she didn't catch.
He stepped away as the Amazonian fighter dropped to her knees, sobbing in pain and bleeding, his friend gripping her by her shirt to shove her to the ground, Makoto grunting on impact. She vaguely felt her skirt being tugged at violently as everything spun like a carousel, trying to move as little as possible until she heard cloth start ripping. Her left foot snapped out to kick on reflex, but her motion was sluggish from pain and easily blocked before she found her ankle snapped, a shriek escaping her again. Makoto panted, trembled, cried helplessly as her skirt was torn from her after some effort, her shirt ripped open to expose her dark blue bra and large breasts for the scrutiny of her attackers, her green eyes squeezed shut in utter humiliation. She knew what would happen, groaning in pain as she felt clammy, sweaty palms grasp her chest fumblingly. She knew, but she was in far too much pain to keep fighting.-
Rei and Ami watched in horror as Makoto dropped to her knees and held her head, screaming in a mix of pain and horror, emerald eyes wide as tears cascaded down her cheeks. Dark Makoto was breaking her, this they knew when black lightning began to skitter across the tan skin of the terrified fighter, Rei rushing forward only to find herself thrown back as if someone had lifted her and slammed her back with great force. She groaned in pain, her violet eyes looking above her and for a moment, the miko could clearly see the cruel entity crouched above her, snarling insanely before the image faded, Ami tugging her back. "Rei-chan, wh-what's happening?!" The timid swimmer questioned frantically.
The raven haired senshi coughed a few times before answering, "I... I don't know..." She didn't know what was happening, just that the woman they loved was in pain, afraid, and slowly breaking at long last. They could hear the slow, cold, deranged laugh that only could be coming from the evil personality growing louder by the second. Neither could get close to the senshi of courage to try to help her, watching as the girl screamed in panic helplessly.
-Makoto weakly pushed at the man who was hovering over her with her right hand, begging him in a fear filled voice to stop as she hazily watched him fumble with his pants. "Pl-please... Please, don't..." She was sobbing so hard her whole body hurt, but it seemed to be ignored by the man who swooped down to press his lips to hers moments before pain shot up her body from between her legs.
The battered warrior screamed into his mouth as he shoved himself inside of her unprepared body, hearing him groan in appreciation as her right hand gripped his shirt, unable to fully process what had just happened. Silent tears ran from pained emerald eyes, the normally brash young woman finding it difficult to breathe, the man rocking his hips as more pain flooded her senses. Where were the others? They could help her, they could save her. They had to be coming for her soon; Usagi had even run for the Crown for help.
The man moved his lips and mouth to the crook of her neck to drunkenly kiss and bite at the skin there, Makoto whimpering piteously under him. She could feel him pushing into her body, his hands traveling across her skin, provoking small shivers from her involuntarily. He picked up his speed and force to make her grimace, and then he shoved himself as deep as possible into her with a growl of pleasure, the shaking girl feeling his fluids pulse into her battered body, sobbing with humiliation.
She had been raped. Kino Makoto had been raped, and she couldn't even fight back. Or could she? With a scream of pain, fear, and anguish, the warrior used her left elbow to hit the man in his jaw, hearing the satisfying sound of bone cracking on impact.-
Makoto felt her stomach churning as she sobbed on the bamboo mat floor, the flood of memories tearing at her mind, feeling the oppressive aura of her other personality growing stronger. She had to keep fighting, she had to keep being strong, even as lightning snapped to life around her much like a protective barrier. The senshi was still being beaten down mentally, the onslaught of images gently nudging her closer and closer to insanity.
-She heard the man shout out in pain, pulling away from her as one of the other men gripped her arm and broke it again. The agony was so intense, she couldn't even scream, but she sobbed. She felt another male shift to between her legs, and then shove his hardened length into her just as the other had, provoking her to try to head-butt him. But the man was ready, his forehead slamming into her nose, breaking it.
She could feel the blood running down her lips and cheeks, coughing on the crimson liquid. Why was this happening to her? Where were the others? Why had no one come to help her yet? The sounds of the rowdy bar prevented the patrons from hearing her distress, but Nephrite was just a few hundred yards away at the café. Where was he? The fear of him having taken Usagi to the hospital and not alerting the others blossomed to life in her chest, the fear growing as she finally realized the horrible truth; no one was coming for her.
The man gripped her hips as he began to violently thrust into her, the pain making everything spin and her stomach churn painfully. The oily tendrils of unconsciousness licked at the edges of her vision, but didn't consume her. The disturbing sensations of betrayal curled around in her chest, feeling the man remove himself from her before something warm hit her bare, bruised, blood caked stomach. Even though Makoto couldn't look at her body from the injuries, she knew it was his spent semen, more tears running down her swelling face as a tiny voice in the back of her mind swore that she would get her revenge on these men. She would make them suffer for this night.-
Usagi had come running the second Ami had called her, dashing through traffic recklessly in her urgency to reach their friend in time, her heartbeat pounding in her ears like a jackhammer. 'Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. Your fault.' It repeated with each thunderous throb, her very own tell-tale heart convicting her of the vile crime of not being able to save Makoto. Of failing to protect the one who had saved her life. She should have waited for Makoto that night, then they could have left together and none of this would have happened. Then that Dark Makoto wouldn't exist to be torturing her friend. The moment she had reached the room of the sacred hearth, Usagi gasped as the dark energy threw her backwards several feet. "Owwww..." She groaned, her blue eyes narrowed in pain.
'Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. Your fault.' The accusations of her heartbeat continued as the blonde princess sat up, seeing Makoto curled in a tight ball and screaming. It was heartbreaking for the empathetic girl to watch her friend in so much pain. Pain that she could have prevented. If only she had run around the trash cans and boxes, then she wouldn't have broken her leg. She would have gotten to Nephrite. She would have spared Makoto from the pain that the tall warrior had taken in her place. "Mako-chan..." Usagi whimpered, forcing herself back to her feet and walking into the room again.
Dark Makoto edged in closer to her breaking other self, the green lightning that lashed out at her to prevent her from taking control of the body growing weaker. She still couldn't take hold, but all she needed was a final push from the waking world before Makoto would simply let her take over, and then she would make every single person who hurt her pay.
-Everything was a haze of pain and rage for the senshi of thunder, blood still trickling from her nose as the fourth man positioned himself between her legs. A strong hand gripped her jaw as she groaned in agony, forced to look at the man she had clawed and seeing deep gouges across his skin. It was gratifying that she had injured him and another one, even though the world was fading in and out of focus. "Bitch." He snarled and shoved himself into her violently, going full out from the very start and grunting lewd compliments in her ear.
Makoto heard him tell her how good she felt, how pretty she was, but she felt disgusted, furious, and weak. His hot, beer tainted breath brushed against her neck as she shuddered, wishing that somehow, some way they would stop. "S... St... Stop..." She croaked out in a cracked and weak voice, her head spinning. She felt his hands on her breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh savagely, her ribs causing her to whimper in pain. The darkness was swamping her senses more and more, she could feel her head drooping to the side as merciful unconsciousness wrapped around her. Only a small part of her feared that she was dying from blood loss, but the vast majority was too busy embracing the expanse of nothing to care.-
Dark Makoto knelt over her, her hands trying to close that final five inches to touch the body, to gain control when she heard it; a low, dull hum that seemed insignificant to most people. A crazed grin spread across her face like a crack in concrete, the expression of insane triumph; Makoto would be hers. She watched as the senshi of love and the Shitennou stumbled into the room, trying to get close to the babbling, sobbing mess that had once been the powerful soldier of Jupiter and struck out by throwing bolts of raw energy at them to halt their approach.
The drone of plane engines grew louder and closer, and finally the whole shrine seemed to shiver with the inescapable sound, Makoto screeching in pure, unbridled terror. The electricity that had been keeping the dark entity at bay flared more powerful than ever before vanishing, the real Makoto having been pushed past her breaking point. "I'll keep us safe, now." Dark Makoto whispered into her ear in a voice that was shockingly affectionate, then touched her shoulders and sank into the body.
Rei and Ami stared on in horror as Makoto stiffened, then seemed to slump, an unstable smile trembling on her lips while a hollow chuckle began to escape the tall fighter; the sound wrought with insanity. The laugh halted as the brunette relaxed and stood, her green eyes ablaze with rage and madness, her voice cold as she growled out, "Dark Jupiter power... Make-up!"
Black lightning edged in a vivid electric green seemed to caress her body, the white fuku turning an inky black as golden lightning bolts burned to life in a brilliant contrast along the top of the skirt. The tiara crackled with the dark power, black markings etched into the formerly clean golden metal, the green crystal still in place. The choker started green, but burned into black, a gold lightning bolt resting in the center as if to declare allegiance to no one but herself.
The sailor bib was green with two gold lines, the shoulders of the fuku were jagged and edged in gold. The pink bows had long, jagged ends that stood out against the black of the fuku, the green circle in the center streaked with black. Green arm bands appeared along her biceps, her gloves black, fingerless to expose green painted nails, and along the edges shone more of the golden jagged lines, arm bracers of gold covering her forearms. Her skirt was in two tiers; the upper green with a jagged gold boarder, the bottom one pink. In place of her usual green boots were a pair of knee high black boots that closely resembled combat shoes, jagged lighting bolts of gold along them as the senshi opened her eyes and grinned wickedly.
A stuttering laugh escaped the Dark Jupiter, the others taking a step back as the black lightning crackled around her body, her emerald eyes full of rage. The madness caused her to stagger slightly as she laughed, Minako taking a very small step towards the warrior, her voice soft, shaking. "M-mako-chan...?"
Dark Jupiter snapped her attention towards the wary blonde and gestured vaguely at the idol, a root from a tree cracking out of the ground and through the floor to send her flying backwards, the brunette howling with mirth. The root whipped back to strike at Zoisite as he raced at the cruel senshi, his blade in his hand before it sent him sprawling as well, Dark Jupiter cackling with insane glee. "Kami-sama! You sure turn on me in a hurry! I knew all of you were traitors!" The senshi of madness accused, Usagi moving towards her.
The blonde princess was heartbroken, her own heart still condemning her audibly in her ears. 'Your fault. Your fault. Your fault.' It truly was her fault. If only she hadn't tried to be so stubborn. If only she had been more careful. If only she had transformed. So many things she could have done differently raged in her mind clearly, tears trailing from her blue eyes as she stood several feet away from the Dark Jupiter. "Mako-chan... G-gomen... Gomen... Gomen..." She repeated in a voice filled with guilt, almost certain the chorus from her heartbeat was mingling with her words to add to the condemning truth.
The now snarling brunette was trembling harshly in pure fury, lifting her right hand high into the air as a bolt of that eerie green edged black lightning manifested in her grip, the form twisting, contorting. It solidified into a metal double bladed naginata, the blades jagged lightning bolts with several serrated curves instead of the clean, straight lines of her spear head. The senshi brought the edge down to point at the shaking blonde, her voice one of cold hatred. "Your fault." Were her only two words; the ones that condemned her so painfully that the blue eyed girl wept where she stood.
Dark Jupiter lunged forwards in startling speeds, the others around her shouting her name as she gripped the golden pole-arm with both hands, swinging it at the defenseless Usagi's throat.
A/N: I was hunting in my closet for a hanger, but all I seemed to find was a CLIFF HANGER! And there we have it! Dark Jupiter has won, but stay tuned for the next chapter.
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