A/N: Sorry for the wait, but I have been having a few weeks of tons of work as well as completing one cosplay and staring on another. This chapter focuses less on Makoto/Dark Makoto and more on the other senshi with bits of her in there. This has a few humorous parts, and I discovered that I love writing for Haruka.
WARNING!: Contains blood, graphic gore, a crotch shot, possible triggers, and hints of citrus, Yes, this has a tiny taste of smut. If you are considering complaining at this chapter, I will be very disappointed in you.
With love,
Korrupted
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SAILOR MOON.
NOTE: There is Dark Jupiter art for all those who are curious to see what she looks like! Hallow-Quinn on deviant art drew an amazing version of my baby girl. GO AND SEEK IT OUT!
Ami sat at the kitchen table, her mother across from her as they remained in utter silence, the younger Mizuno fighting back tears. "Ami, please, listen to me." The older bluenette urged, tired blue eyes meeting hers. "I know it hurts, but you have to keep going. What would Mako-chan say if she saw you like this?"
This was an unusually quiet and despondent Ami, the bluenette eating only a few meals here and there, but mostly curled in her bed. The doctor couldn't force her daughter to do things, but this wasn't healthy either. She had finally had enough and sat the younger Mizuno down for a serious heart to heart, but she wasn't sure if it would make a difference. However, the mention of Makoto being disappointed in her seemed to push some life back into the teen. "Makoto... She really would be disappointed in me." Was the whispered reply.
The younger bluenette clenched her jaw and held her head, mentally analyzing everything she could remember about Dark Jupiter. There had to be something there that could help her recover the senshi of courage from madness, something that in the last week of her haze she had carelessly overlooked. Unfortunately, the senshi of wisdom couldn't find a single shred of information for assistance and she sighed heavily. "Okasan, I don't know how to help her. I feel so lost right now." She admitted in a timid voice, biting back tears of frustration.
Saeko tried to give her a gentle smile. "Ami-chan, what would Mako-chan do if something was being particularly annoying to her?" A grin spread across Ami's face, "Two words: Supreme. Thunder. She would try to pummel it." The elder Mizuno laughed heartily. "Well, then let's not try to take her approach!"
Ami sat back as she smiled, inwardly still sifting through data at a dizzying pace as her mother continued to talk to her in her efforts to cheer her up. There had to be some way to fix Makoto, but a part of her also held the horrible notion that maybe she just couldn't be fixed. After the police had released pictures of the man the insane Jupiter soldier had killed, she had felt a nagging sensation that she had seen him before somewhere, but try as she might, the ice warrior couldn't place him. Ami felt that it was critical for her to unravel that particular mystery if she was going to try to stop another human death at the hands of the girl she loved. And time was slipping away from her far too steadily.
"Damn!"
Haruka swore heavily as she bent down and lifted the heavy punching bag from the floor and struggled to re-hook it, sweat soaking her blue tank top heavily through her binder. The butch had been throwing blow after blow at the bag, venting her enraged frustrations on it as Michiru watched, the aqua haired musician glancing up from her book again to arch her eyebrow. "Haruka? You've been beating that thing for hours. Come, talk to me, hai?" The warrior of the seas beckoned kindly, patting the seat next to her invitingly; there was no way in hell she was snuggling against her lover when she was that sweaty.
After one final punch, the sandy haired woman complied, grabbing a towel to wipe her face of sweat as she walked closer to her beautiful girlfriend and sat next to her, not missing the slight wrinkle in her delicate features at what could be the waves of sweat that she likely reeked of. It made her smirk slightly. 'Mako would be twice as sweaty as me if she were doing rounds here.' The soldier of the winds mused, grabbing a water bottle and taking a deep drink. "Hai Michi? What's up?" Haruka inquired, her breath edged with a slight pant.
The young woman looked up at the taller woman with a hint of concern in her eyes. "Haruka, what's wrong? You have been really agitated of late. You shouldn't bottle it up like this." She offered in a soft voice, watching her strong girlfriend droop slightly in defeat. "It's Makoto. She's one of my best friends, and I wasn't there to help her. I should have been there with Rei. I should have done SOMETHING." The butch confessed in an exasperated tone before looking at her lover's hand as she took it in her own. "Mako is strong, but she just is too strong for her own good. She just... just tries to go at it alone. And she isn't alone anymore. She has the senshi. She has us." Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper. "She has me."
Michiru watched the warrior of the wind struggle with her guilt, but sensing a touch of something else behind that pain, grinning at Haruka. "Awww, you have a bit of a crush on Mako-chan~!" The aqua haired woman teased, pushing the sweaty blonde's shoulder playfully as the taller woman's face gained a rosy tint. "N-nani?! I... I do not!"
The senshi of Neptune laughed at the growing blush, pushing her lover again. "Hai, you do! I should have known the moment you started calling her 'Kitten' during your sparring matches!" Again, the red-faced woman shook her head in denial. "Iie! I don't have a crush on her! Besides, even if I did, she's like three years younger than me!"
"Hmmm, hai, but she also is an adult now. C'mon Haru, just say it!" Michiru pressed, her lover throwing up her hands in her irritation, though the blush only deepened. "You know what? I have to get back to training!" She huffed as she stood, but it seemed her lover had other ideas.
Michiru also stood and grabbed onto Haruka's wrist to tug her back towards the seat, forcing the taller woman to face her. "Haruka, you know I'm not upset. And no more training for today." Her nose wrinkled as she took a whiff of the scent coming from the cooling blonde. "You stink. Come, I want to show you something." She huskily urged, feeling her girlfriend move closer. "I have something for you, Michi." The smaller woman heard Haruka whisper in a voice thick which what sounded like desire, the violinist looking up just in time for her lover to yank her firmly into her chest and by proxy, the stench of her sweaty shirt. "SMELLY HUGS!"
Michiru was unfortunate enough to take a deep breath the moment her face collided with her lover's bound chest, the smell so powerful she imagined little green waves to be rolling off of the lightly tanned skin and slapping her in the face. "MMMMHHUUUUHHHHAA!" She yelled into the manically laughing woman's chest as she shoved at her, struggling to free herself from the odor. Finally, the stronger woman released the now livid warrior of Neptune, Michiru shoving the butch into the nearby pool.
"MICH-" SPLOOSH!
Haruka went under the water before swimming back up to break through the surface, glaring at her lover through soggy bangs as she coughed. "Michiru!" She hollered indignantly, watching as the aqua haired swimmer huffed away. "YOU are sleeping on the couch tonight!" She heard Michiru scold, Haruka yelling back, "You know I'll make the face if you try!" She didn't see the smirk on her retreating lover's lips, Michiru glad that the tension from her girlfriend was easing.
Usagi had her nose in a book, reading the words as best as she could through her tear-filled blue eyes, hastily brushing away the few that ran down her cheeks. It hurt that Makoto was out there, alone and possibly dead, but she still had to fight the youma on top of be on guard for her crazed friend. How had it come to this? To the one who was her strongest protector turning into her most deadly foe? 'Because I couldn't help her.' She once again accused herself.
Every day, Usagi played over that night in her mind, scolding herself for not transforming and protecting the Jupiter warrior. Each time, she wanted to go back and change that horrible night, to have waited for the brunette, or called Mamoru, or even Jadeite. But all of her hopes and mental revisions couldn't undo the past, nor return the Jupiter soldier to normal, no matter how much she wished it could. However, people were counting on her and she couldn't fail them either. The moon princess drew in a deep breath through her nose, trying to recall what it was like to be confident in herself, biting her tongue when she realized that it was just before she had left the crown that night.
"MAKO-CHAN!" She screamed as she threw her book across the room, her mind's eye clouded by images of the tall girl laughing happily as she let the clumsy blonde pick through her bento followed by Makoto laying comatose in the hospital, covered in bandages, casts, bruises, and cuts. The warrior of courage had looked so fragile, so small in her injured state when Usagi had managed to get Saeko to let her see her friend. But now she had to be strong for the green eyed girl, to be strong enough for them both.
The real Makoto would demand nothing less.
Rei sat before the sacred fire once again, her amethyst eyes tired and worn as she gazed into the flames that danced before her. For the last two days, the priestess had been constantly trying to scry into the fire in a desperate effort to uncover some way to save the brunette, feeling like every time she nearly grasped the answer, a youma struck and the warrior of Mars had to abandon her task to fight it. A week of dreading each call from Luna, fearing that her foe would be Sailor Jupiter and she would be forced to chose between her duty and her heart left her so tired, even her grandfather demanded her to halt her shrine duties to rest. But no matter how much she tried, Rei couldn't stop thinking about how to help Makoto. Taking a deep breath, the miko closed her eyes and chanted, "Rin, pyou, tou, sha, kai, jin, retsu, zai, zen!" Her violet hues snapping open.
-The flames shifted and danced, showing images of Makoto laughing insanely, but Rei pushed deeper, shoving past all that she had already sifted through. Deeper and deeper she dove into the sacred flames, finally settling in at the heart moments before a soft voice spoke to her, oddly female and full of confidence that bordered on arrogance. "Princess Mars, we know what you seek. Your passion makes it plain for us to see."
The miko whirled around, looking through the shifting flames around her, trying to locate the source as another female voice followed on the heels of the first, this one a bit kinder sounding. "Princess Mars, you must not keep looking for answers. It will only break your heart." The raven haired woman kept trying to identify the speakers, and finally, she saw them; a pair of crows crafted of deep red flames.
She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing to try and understand the strange creatures before her. "Nani...? Who are you?" She inquired in a voice filled with awe, the one on the left who had the more confident female voice speaking first, "I am Phobos." And then the kinder one on the right, "I am Deimos." Then they spoke together, "We are your advisers, Princess Mars."-
Minako yawned as she woke up, the squealed in shock when she saw Artemis' face hovering a scant inch from hers, the white tom seemingly grinning at her. "NANI?! Artemis, what is wrong with you?!" She accused, throwing a pillow at the cat to watch him nimbly dodge the projectile. "Minako-chan, you have a show to do in three hours. Up, up!" He replied, earning a groan from the idol.
As the only senshi always in the public eye, Minako had the difficult task of fighting youma, trying to look for Makoto, and all the while holding her career in order. Sometimes the blonde was certain that she would have failed numerous times if not for Artemis watching over her, her dear feline friend currently sitting on her desk. "Hurry up, now. We have to get going. Besides, I can keep looking into those guys who were at the club while you are out."
Blue human eyes met blue feline as the sleepy idol smiled gently at him. "Hai. I would be so very thankful, Artemis. Arigatou." She told him before shifting out from under her sheets, tugging off her night clothing and yanking on a very fashionable skirt and top. After setting her trademark cowboy hat on, Minako gave her loyal friend and retainer a thumbs-up, then exiting to head to her event.
The white tom glanced about for a bit until he spotted the file his best friend had been using to hold the data on the four men that had been at the club. Using his paws to delicately shuffle pages around, he took in the details of the men they had gathered, but one stood out more than the others to him right now; even the Ichiri man was dwarfed by the strange need for Artemis to uncover the identity of this one.
The man with the blue shirt on seemed to hold his attention, something about him almost taunting the mystical feline obnoxiously. Blues narrowed as he hissed in irritation, determined to unravel the mystery behind the man who seemed to have a different bottle in his hand in each picture that Zoisite had taken of him. He would solve this for both his dear Minako and for Makoto, and then he could also start working on setting up the idol and the pianist for a date.
Dark Makoto was sneering down at the cowering male, her expression full of the deepest hate as he sobbed, his words muffled by his jaw being wired shut from the elbow she had struck him with that night. He seemed to be trying to sink into the floor, the front of his denim pants saturated with his own urine; he had been so petrified that he had wet himself as she cornered him in his home. Green eyes cast him a disgusted look, his grey hues wide and wild in pure terror as she placed her shoe on his stomach to keep him still. "I remember you. You were the first one to rape me. You remember me, don't you?" The tall woman inquired in a voice laced with cruel glee, leaning down to grip his jaw in her right hand and firmly shake it, gratified by the muffled screech of agony it induced.
She practically threw his face out from her grip, moving back to pace as she giggled wickedly. "Wanna know what it felt like to be broken and helpless? Hai, of course you do!" She glanced about and noticed a bowling ball displayed on a shelf, the unstable warrior simply grabbing the heavy item and holding it calmly in her hands as her captive returned to screeching in horror, his eyes full of unrestrained fear. A deranged grin seemed to slowly spread like a fissure in concrete across her lips. "We could have such a ball!" She informed him before dropping it on his groin.
Instantly, the man grabbed the crushed area as his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, veins popping up all over his face as his cries took on a higher pitch for a mere second before he dry heaved. "Aww, wasn't that fun..." Dark Makoto noted a letter on his fridge. "Hitomi Kiro?" Her expression was alight with madness as he vomited in his mouth, the revolting result slowly leaking out of his mouth. But even so, Dark Makoto could feel something within her stirring slightly, a tiny whimper in her mind that caused her to frown deeply.
-Makoto was curled tightly into a ball inside the darkness, her eyes tightly held shut as she whimpered and shook, alone and afraid. She couldn't stop the soft memories that tormented her, tears perpetually running down her cheeks. She had to wake up though, she felt like that fact was imperative as she groaned, trying so very hard to uncurl herself and open her eyes. The senshi of thunder had never felt so afraid, so lacking in the courage she was supposed to govern before, and it was so very difficult for the brunette just to keep from vanishing altogether already.
Just then, Makoto felt a pair of lips very tenderly brushing against her forehead, strong arms encircling her firmly. She pressed deeper into the form that held her, shaking slightly until she heard the words, "Shhhhh, it's okay... I'll protect us now. I'll protect you. I will keep you safe from that pain again." A voice so hauntingly familiar tried to soothe; the thin edge of barely contained hate was tempered by the sincerity of it's words.
The brawler relaxed, taking several deep breaths as the arms continued to hold her, steadily relaxing further into that protective embrace. "See? Deep breaths, Tiger. Hai, that's good. You're safe. I'll keep you safe." It assured the green eyed Amazonian.
She finally worked up the courage to slowly open her eyes, taking in the form of Dark Jupiter coddling her protectively, her expression both concerned and deranged. "Hey, you. Thought I almost lost you." The cold personality teased, the green eyed girl staring at her in shock. "N-nani...?" She whispered, unaware of the vague sounds of muffled screams and choked gagging.-
Dark Makoto watched in detached interest as Kiro choked on the vomit that was still in his mouth, the male heaving up more as his face turned redder as he found it more and more difficult to breathe. She leaned against the wall lazily as he reached one hand up to grip his throat, black lightning skittering along her body as she comforted the other her as best as she could. A tiny part of the evil woman regretted taking such extreme measures to gain control of the body, but it had been for the best; the dark personality had to protect them at all costs from such an attack and seek revenge on the ones who had done this to her. Including the senshi who had simply abandoned her that night.
-Makoto felt the comforting grip fade as she looked around, taking slow, steady breaths to try to banish the fear. Where was she? What had happened? The Dark Jupiter grinned at her with a hint of sanity, the real brunette relaxing more as her protector remained with her, standing guard as she simply walked around the expanse of darkness in comfortable silence. Still, something deep inside of her was nagging at her to wake up, but she ignored it. Why would she wake up? This place wasn't dangerous, and she knew she was safe here.-
Ami gasped in shock as she recalled where the male had been seen before, startling her mother. "He had been one of the men that attacked her! Okasan, it wasn't a random killing, it was revenge!" The older bluenette halted at her daughter's words, two sets of sapphire eyes locking in shock before Ami whipped out her communicator to call the others and have them meet her at her home to discuss her discovery.
Usagi was the first to agree, then the bluenette called for Minako before hanging up, remembering her show that the blonde was currently performing. Next she called Mamoru, then the Shitennou before dialing Rei, chewing her thumb nervously as the other end just kept ringing.
-Rei was kneeling before the crows, the creatures watching her intently as their Princess steeled herself. The miko needed to know, even though the familiars seemed to insist that she should not keep pressing for answers. "Phobos, Deimos. I command you as Princess Mars to show me how to stop Dark Makoto." She finally stated in a firm voice, watching the flame birds stiffen, but nod. "As you wish, Princess Mars." Deimos whispered, the flames around them roaring higher to become images, clear shapes and figures visible in the dancing heat.
Rei spotted the form of Dark Jupiter before a flaming image of herself and the other senshi, her purple hues wide in wonder. She watched the Sailor Mars in the vision try to reason with the wildly laughing warrior of courage, the other her growing more and more desperate to appeal to the real Makoto that didn't even seem to exist anymore. Both Phobos and Deimos spoke as one, their joined voice echoing eerily throughout the sacred flames, "Even though you try to save her, Makoto as you knew her doesn't exist anymore. The only way to stop Dark Jupiter is to cleanse her with fire." The fiery Mars in the vision seemed to be weeping as she swung her arms around, her voice wrought with despair and heartbreak. "And to purify her, you must destroy her."
"Burning... Mandala!" The warrior of Mars choked out, closing her eyes tightly as the attack leapt towards the insane senshi. "IIE!" Rei screeched, reaching her hand out as if to halt the attack, her own face drenched with tears. "MAKOTO!"
The attack engulfed the other soldier, Rei listening to Makoto's death scream before the vision faded, the crows speaking once more. "She must perish if you are to stop her. If the real Jupiter no longer lives, then there is no hope for her. And to kill the body, kills the dark entity as well." The miko turning to look at her familiars as a sob escaped her, unwilling to believe the truth, but unable to deny it either. "But... I can't kill her... Please, please tell me there is another way..." She begged, but receiving piteous glances instead before she felt herself being gently pushed out of the heart of the temple flames. "We are always here if you need us, Princess Mars." They told her before she was pushed back into the world.-
Rei was crying in shock as the sacred flames crackled peacefully before her, the slow realization that if the true Makoto no longer existed she would be forced to kill her making her feel violently ill. How was she supposed to do that? Just how was she supposed to kill her friend? Her ally. Her love.
Ami hung up after the tenth call to Rei had proved unsuccessful, turning to Michiru and Haruka next to ask them to come over. The phone rang, the worried bluenette idly hearing her mother get the door for Usagi as she waited for one of the two older women to answer.
-Haruka knew it was a dream, but she didn't care, her midnight blue eyes staring deep into emerald green hues as the younger woman writhed slightly under her, gently pinned. The butch was panting slightly as she leaned closer to the tomboy, kissing her neck teasingly as her right hand maintained a firm hold on the brunette's wrists, the left hand tracing under the hem of Makoto's shirt and gliding along the lightly tanned skin. The soft moan her actions elicited made the wind warrior shiver with desire, nipping tenderly at the crook of her neck as her left hand slid up higher, working it's way towards the large, soft breast of the younger woman, listening to the breathy moans and whimpers of pleasure that escaped her lips.-
*Zzzzzzzzzztttttt!* *Zzzzzzzzztttttt!*
Haruka groaned in frustration as she was pulled from her very lovely dream by the sound of her communicator going off, grasping the device and throwing it across the room with a growl of irritation. "FUCK THIS FUCKING PHONE!" She half roared, rolling over on the couch as she heard the cellular device hit the wall. Haruka could hear Michiru answer her communicator in the library, though the tired blonde sat up grumpily and scratched her stomach lazily. It had been such a good dream, and then the damn communicator had to go and ruin it for her; the now testy woman mentally seething at whoever it was that had contacted her.
Yet in a few seconds, her aqua haired lover was regally hurrying into the room, her expression worried. "Haru, Ami-chan says to meet her at the Mizuno house." Though an amused expression sparked onto the musicians' face at the flush of the taller woman's skin, the frustrated annoyance making her giggle as she watched Haruka shift and squirm slightly. "Did you have a dream about-" Michiru teased, earning a blushing glare from her girlfriend and the short answer of, "Don't even finish that. I don't have feelings for Mako."
Michiru rolled her royal blue eyes as she simply smirked at the blonde, knowing very well that she had indeed been dreaming of a particular brunette. She wasn't jealous, which almost shocked the soldier of Neptune, but they had known the Inner Senshi for so long that if Haruka wanted to bed the green eyed woman a few times, she had no problems with it. However, it was the denial that worried her, and the fact that the Jupiter soldier was currently their foe made it even more difficult for her stubborn lover to admit. "Alright, let's go." Michiru heard Haruka urge, snapping out of her thoughts to see the masculine lesbian in a men's dress shirt and jeans. "Hai." The senshi of the seas agreed, the duo going out to the sports car, Haruka starting it up, and heading out to the Mizuno house.
Dark Makoto still watched the man as he suffocated, his eyes rolled into his head as his body fought against the vomit-clogged airways. However, she wanted a bit more fun, and so she cut a hole in Kiro's cheek to let the mess drain out faster, the blood mixing with it as he struggled to suck in glorious oxygen. "Dark Jupiter power, make-up!" She snarled, black lightning dancing along her body in heavy bands as she transformed, until the girl stood before the man in her black fuku etched in gold lightning bolts, and spinning her naginata idly in her hands. "Now, let the games begin." She stated as she laughed, her blade flashing out at his hand.
-Makoto was still walking around the vast nothingness as Dark Jupiter followed closely behind her, the insane senshi oddly relaxed compared to how the body was acting. The girl turned to grin at her kindly, seeing a similar smile returned to her as she turned back. The other her was a guardian, that much she could sense, but the nagging for her to wake up was growing stronger, now a firm urging in the back of her mind. Still, the Jupiter warrior refused to hear it. She couldn't recall how she came to be here, just that wherever she was, the powerful guard would keep her safe from harm. And yet, things were feeling more and more off by the second, the brawler frowning a bit. She could vaguely recall people that she cared a great deal about; a group of men and women that were her family. But no matter how hard she tried, Makoto just couldn't remember them.-
Dark Jupiter walked around the man as he twitched, several non-vital organs tossed around the room while he stared at her in horrified agony, the word 'RAPIST' carved into his forehead. She yawned and turned, leaving him to die alone as she grinned happily, already changing back to her human form. She would turn her attentions to the senshi next before taking down the other two men. Dark Makoto laughed wildly as she imagined herself standing atop the pile of bodies, bathed in their blood as she grinned triumphantly. Yes, no one would ever hurt her again.
Ami looked at all of the girls around the table as Rei came rushing in, Luna and Artemis trailing close behind her. "Gomen! I had been scrying." She apologized, everyone taking note of her worn expression and puffy eyes. "It's alright, Rei-chan." Usagi assured, waiting for the miko to pull up a chair before Ami started speaking.
"We have been thinking far too much into why Dark Makoto targeted a human. Look at this." She placed photos of the man in the blue shirt in the middle of the table. "He was the man who was killed. She's torturing her attackers." The bluenette looking around the table, watching everyone suddenly battling with conflicting emotions over the news.
However, it was Haruka that finally voiced the thing everyone was thinking. "Ano... I know I should feel horrified, but I... I almost am happy she killed him." Usagi adding, "I can't honestly say I feel bad about his death anymore." Rei had the tiny ghost of a smile on her lips as she glared at the man in the picture. "Serves the bastard right." Kunzite spat, the other generals nodding solemnly.
A large part of the warrior of wisdom agreed with their sentiments, but she had to remain objective. "But this still means she will kill three other people, and the real Mako-chan never would do that." Her sapphire blue eyes leveled with haunted amethyst. "Rei-chan? Did you see something?" A timid nod made the medical student uneasy, suddenly unsure of what they could do for the tall fighter she loved as Rei stood.
The shrine maiden bit her trembling lip to try and calm herself, taking a deep breath as well as her heart felt like it was shattering in her chest. "While scrying, it became clear that there is a possibility that the real Makoto no longer exists." Everyone stiffened, the senshi of passion continuing. "If... if that is the case, then we must... we must destroy the Dark Makoto. And to destroy her, is to stop her. Unless the real Mako is there, we must kill the body to destroy the evil mind."
The room was dead silent, all of the occupants staring at the now crying priestess in horror, the raven haired young woman gripping the scar on her shoulder from the electricity of her friend firmly. Soon, it may very well be the only thing she would have left of her.
-Makoto could feel something gripping her hand as it reached out before her; a firm yet comforting hold that grounded her. It wasn't her guardian, but someone she knew. No, people she knew. Green eyes grew concerned as she struggled to remember the people that her gut told her needed her, her eyebrows furrowed. "I... I need to wake up..." She whispered to no one in particular, her protector moving to stand in front of her. "Iie. I can't protect you if you do. Stay here where it's safe." The woman urged.
The Jupiter warrior was torn again. Staying safe sounded wonderful, but people needed her, people she cared about deeply. Who were they? What had happened? Why was this woman so determined to keep her here? Makoto shook her head. "Iie, I must. Gomenasai." The expression of the other woman became enraged, roaring unstable fury as the brunette forced herself out of this self-created sanctuary and back into her mind.-
Dark Makoto was staring angrily at the surface of the mirror, the woman snarling in fury as she halted in her task of cleaning the blood from her skin, however it wasn't her reflection staring back. Makoto stood on the other side of the glass pane, her green eyes wide in horror at the blood that coated her arms, shirt, and splattered across her face. "Nani...?" She breathed in confusion, the possessed body glaring at her more, an unstable grin on her lips. "I told you that I couldn't protect you out here, Mako." Dark Makoto scolded gently, the two pairs of green eyes locked. "And now you're stuck here with me."
A/N: I LOATHE this new uploading system. It tanked the original file so I had to retype and edit it ALL. RAAAAAAAAGGHHH! Anyways, Next chapter goes back to Makoto/Dark Makoto focused, and it will be a more psychological one again. Comment, leave reviews, and don't forget to shout out your favorite pairing!