Disclaimer: We don't own any Sailor Moon characters, but we DO own Kiyoshi Natsume. -FACT
A/N: So, this story has immense powers of smexx… in fact, just reading it could impregnate you, so please, use protection when reading – wear glasses. Anyways as a sidenote – imitation is the highest form of flattery. You know who you are!
Chapter 2
The other three outer senshi were seated at the dining table eating dinner by the time they heard the front door open. Hotaru jumped out of her chair without excusing herself, which earned a frown from Michiru, especially when Haruka followed suit. Michiru sighed, giving up on the tableside manners, and decided to meet Setsuna at the door as well.
"Setsuna-mama! Where have you been?" Hotaru cried out angrily. "You've never come home this late after one of your showcases!"
"Oh my God, what is that on your neck? Looks like a gunshot wound!" Haruka pointed out the deep red mark on the side of Setsuna's neck near her collar bone.
Setsuna stood bewildered for a moment from the ambush, then quickly tried to hide her growing blush.
Haruka's eyes grew wide and she called out, "You got smexxed!"
Michiru slapped Haruka's shoulder. "Ruka! Language!"
"What?" Haruka retorted. "Look at it! It's obvious! That's one fucking hickey!"
The aqua-haired woman slapped the blonde's shoulder again.
"Oh, come on, Hota's old enough. She knows what goes on. Right, Hota?" Haruka turned to her daughter and was suddenly frightened by the look on Hotaru's face.
Hotaru glared at Setsuna. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? I called you at work and there was no answer! I called your mobile and there was no answer there either!"
"Hime-chan…" Setsuna began to speak, but Hotaru went on.
"And why? Why weren't you answering? Because you were too busy indulging in… in… s-s-smexx!"
"Look what you did!" Michiru said in a raspy whisper into Haruka's ear. "She's starting to talk like you!"
"I don't hear you complaining about the way I talk when we're smexxing –"
"Haruka-papa, please! I know what goes on, but I don't need to know the details!" Hotaru scolded her parent.
Haruka shut her mouth and remained silent
"How can you do this to me, Sets? Don't you know how much I care about you?" the teenager said, almost on the verge of tears. Without waiting for an answer, she quickly turned and ran up the stairs to her bedroom, slamming the door shut. Haruka and Michiru exchanged puzzled glances. If they didn't know any better, it seemed like Hotaru was jealous.
"Well, that was odd," Haruka noted.
Michiru sent her blonde lover a scolding look before turning her attention to Setsuna. "We spoke to Usagi and the inners, Sets." Michiru gestured for them all to sit down on the sofa, and all three did.
Setsuna looked into troubled blue eyes. "Give it to me straight, Michiru."
"Ya already had that," Haruka muttered under her breath, only to be hit on the shoulder by her lover.
Michiru stared back at Setsuna. "It's not completely bad. You are still a senshi, Sets, but you can't transform, well at least not now. Your powers are under review by the Moon Council. Usagi has every confidence this will turn out fine, but we need to be careful. Don't try to use your henshin. Any added stress to your powers could cause irreparable damages, Setsa."
The green haired woman slouched backwards into the couch. "How did I not see this coming? I guard the Gates of Time for Christ's sakes!"
Haruka instantly jumped up and pointed a finger at Michiru. "See! And Hota threw a pillow at me when I said it!" Haruka instantly sat down as she saw the glare she was getting from both women in the room.
"Look, Setsa, we know from experience that the stream of time doesn't always go as planned; aything can change it. This is a hiccup in time. There's nothing we can do about it right now."
The time senshi sighed in reluctant agreement.
"But that's not all."
Setsuna laughed bitterly. "Oh God, what more can there be? Lemme guess a new evil is arising?"
Michiru raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Well... actually… er, yes. But this evil is not from another plane. They're from Earth and it's an Earth evil. Usagi felt them rise last night, as well as another power. She says it's more benevolent, but she could not pinpoint what it was."
Setsuna took a moment to process the information before sighing and crossing her legs. "So, what you're saying is we need to be more careful now that my powers are gone? Jesus, I've never felt more vulnerable in my life. Today has been such a shit day."
Haruka smirked and for once Michiru did not scold her. When it came to this topic, nothing could possibly stop Haruka. "I wouldn't say it's been all shit, Sets. You went and got smexxed good and proper, so who did the undoable, Meioh?"
Setsuna sighed and leaned forward, shaking her head in disapproval at the short haired blonde. "First off, stop using that stupid 'smexx' word. It sounds crude and moronic. Second, none of your business."
Haruka's jaw slackened and she whined, "Oh, c'mon, Setsa! I gotta know who took you to O Town!"
Setsuna stood up, her eyes blazing with an intensity neither Michiru nor Haruka had ever encountered before. She threw her arms in the air as she spoke in the most exasperated tone they had ever heard from her too. "Haruka! It doesn't matter who freaking fucked me! I think there are more important things at hand at the moment! Like, oh I don't know, me not being able to transform into my senshi form, you baka! Like why all of a sudden the world's greatest minds on space decided to demote my planet! There has to be a reason! There has to be more than this! I need to know who is behind this!"
"Dr. Poon?"
The brunette sitting in a window corner office at NASA looked up at her door with her jaw clenched. "It's pronounced 'pun'."
The nervous and awkward male intern at the door flashed a nervous smile. "B-but, it's spelt P-o-o-n, and I thought – "
"I know how my name is spelt and it's still pronounced 'Pun'. What do you want?"
The intern stepped into the room and handed the young woman a stack of papers. Brushing a hand through her immaculately kept back hair, the woman came to a single sheet of paper; the fourth in the stack to be exact. A smile developed on the features of the once stern brunette. Taking the paper in her hand, she read it thoroughly twice before she reached over to her office phone and dialed the extension of '114'.
"Hello, is Dr. Hunt available? Ah, well when she gets back, get her to give the office of Dr. Poon a call. … No, it's pronounced 'pun.' … Yes, it is! Okay and tell her it's regarding Pluto and Eris. Thank you."
After hanging up the phone, the brunette doctor laid back into her recliner chair and smiled before swirling her chair around, giving her a perfect view of the outside world.
"It's all set in motion now."
Setsuna knocked lightly on the door decorated with posters of Final Fantasy. "Hime-chan?" She waited for an answer, but there was no response. She tried knocking again, then tried the doorknob when she got the same silent reply. Inside the room were a variety of lamps of all colors and shapes and sizes that had been collected throughout the years. A nostalgic smile surfaced on Setsuna's lips as her eyes landed on the lamp standing prominently on the nightstand beside Hotaru's bed. She knew Hotaru had been eyeing that lamp for the longest time, so Setsuna finally bought it for her as a gift for Hotaru's 16th birthday. Speaking of the teenager, her eyes darted to the bed. It was neatly made and there was no sign of the young girl.
"She left early with Chibiusa so they could work on their project," said a soft voice behind her. Setsuna turned and saw her aqua-haired friend standing in the doorway.
"I was hoping to speak to her about last night before she left for school," Setsuna said, lightly touching the violet covers on the bed.
"She did seem really upset, but don't worry, she'll come around. She always does." Michiru offered her friend a smile.
"You're right. I guess I'll just head to work then." Setsuna closed Hotaru's door behind her and walked down the hall towards the staircase. She paused and gave Michiru a peculiar look.
"What?" Michiru asked.
"What are you doing out of bed so early?"
"Michi! Please!" Haruka's voice called out from the bedroom.
Michiru revealed a small key she had been holding and let it dangle from her hand. "Oh, let's just say Ruka's a bit tied up at the moment."
"Michi!" the voice cried in desperation.
"Enough said. I'll be going now," Setsuna quickly descended the stairs and grabbed her things on the way out.
When she arrived at work, there were photographs and a disc containing the digital images neatly placed on her desk as promised. She quickly flipped through the prints and was stunned at the work. Of all the photographers she had worked with, Kiyoshi proved to be the best. A wave of heat suddenly swept over her as she thought of Kiyoshi. He was the best indeed. She grabbed the phone and pushed the button for her intern.
"Hai, Meioh-san," the intern answered on the other end.
"Do you know if Kiyoshi has come into work yet?"
"No, ma'am, I haven't seen Natsume-san."
"Well please notify me once Natsume-san arrives. Better yet, send him to my office."
"Hai, Meioh-san, but you should know he's a sh—"
Setsuna placed the phone back down and sat back in her chair, her mind preoccupied with images from the previous night. Kiyoshi's touch still lingered on her body and she could still feel the way his fingers probed around inside her. It was enough to have a wet sensation forming between her legs. She wanted him to touch her again and fulfill the desire that was rising within her. She wanted to run her hands over his body and leave her mark just as he had done to her.
A chime from Setsuna's computer startled her out of her trance. She quickly sat up and glared at the email icon bouncing on her screen. Her inbox opened up when she clicked on it and she saw another email about an incident earlier that morning involving the criminal, ISC. There was a link to news footage that happened to be captured at the scene of the incident. Setsuna clicked on it and the video clip began to play in another window. It showed a masked maniac being chased through the street by the police when suddenly silver beams of light rained down from the sky. It looked absurdly similar to a senshi attack. The masked maniac was thrown off his feet by the force of the strange attack and right before the video clip ended, there was a streak of silver and blue cutting across the scene. Setsuna studied the screen carefully, but the image was too hazy and blurred to make anything out. Perhaps Ami could filter through the image. She clicked the forward button and typed a quick message to Ami before hitting the send button.
Setsuna was about to close the window with the news footage when a headline about Pluto caught her eye. Beside the headline was a photo of the scientist in charge of the team that was recategorizing the planets of the solar system.
"Dr. Anastacia Poon," Setsuna read the scientist's name out loud and smirked. "What kind of name is Poon?"
"It's pronounced 'pun',"
Setsuna looked up from the screen and saw the brash photographer leaning against the door.
"At least, that's what she claims in the interviews. You wanted to see me, Meioh-san?"
"Do you know what time it is?" Setsuna asked with a hint of sarcasm.
Kiyoshi looked at the clock on the wall. "It's 9:10."
"Why are you late?"
Kiyoshi shifted his weight off the door and stepped further inside Setsuna's office. "There was a disturbance on the way to work."
"That's what you said yesterday."
"Yeah, and I also overslept. I had a late night last night, Setsuna, if you may recall," he said with a glint of deviance in his eyes.
"Hmm, about that," Setsuna said, walking around her desk and approaching Kiyoshi with an alluring stride, "I was wondering if…" She trailed off as she noticed the young girl standing behind Kiyoshi. "Hotaru-chan?"
Hotaru stared in awe at the man standing inside Setsuna's office. His bizarre resemblance to Setsuna with his green hair and tanned skin had her momentarily speechless. Finally, she said, "I, um, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for overreacting the way I did last night."
Kiiyoshi stared back at the girl and said, "I'm sorry, allow me to excuse myself so that you two may talk privately. I'll be in the photo lab if you need me, Meioh-san."
"No, it's fine," Hotaru said and turned to Setsuna. "That's all I wanted to say. I'll let you get back to work. I should be going back to school anyway." She bowed and stepped out of the office. "I'll see you later, Setsa."
Setsuna and Kiyoshi watched the teenager leave then looked back at each other.
"I really should get back to the photolab. I have lots of other prints that need to be made before I do the photo shoot with the models."
Kiyoshi left Setsuna's office before she could say anything and was surprised to find Hotaru waiting in the hall. She seemed distraught, so Kiyoshi regarded her with care.
"My business with Meioh-san is done. If there's more you need to speak about with her, she's free now," he informed the girl.
"What business do you have with Setsuna?" Hotaru questioned.
"I'm the photographer."
"No, I don't mean that." The girl paused and then said in a timid voice, "I overheard you two talking about working late last night."
"We had a showcase. It happens," Kiyoshi said and began continuing his way to the photolab.
"How did it feel?"
"Excuse me?"
"How did it feel when you touched her?"
Kiyoshi stopped. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you two were…"
"We're not. I just want to know what it's like to…" A rosy blush grew on her face. Kiyoshi raised an eyebrow at her, then shifted the arch to his other eyebrow, as if directing Hotaru to follow him. Whether that's what he really meant or not, Hotaru found the gesture very erotic and decided in her mind, Screw Setsa. If I can't have her, I want him. "May I have your name, please?"
"My name is…"
"KIYOSHI!" Hotaru called out in desire. Her fingers tangled themselves in Kiyoshi's hair as she pulled him further in between her legs, where she could feel his tongue touching every part of her virgin center. Kiyoshi grasped Hotaru's waist as he devoured her and she spread her legs wider to expose more of herself to him. Hotaru desperately tried to kick her black stockings off, which Kiyoshi had left hanging from her right ankle, but eventually gave up on the stubborn article of clothing. Her attention then turned to her unbuttoned blouse, where two taut nipples poked through her bra and ached for touch. Keeping one hand on Kiyoshi's head, she closed her eyes and used her other hand to relieve her breasts of their yearning.
"No, let me," Kiyoshi's voice entered her mind and she set her eyes back on him. He placed one hand where his tongue formerly was and his other hand crept up behind Hotaru's neck, where he untied her bra straps. The pink bra fell from its place and yielded Hotaru's developed breast.
Hotaru instinctively placed her arms across her chest, but her attempt at modesty was denied.
"Don't be shy with me now," the one giving her pleasure spoke smoothly. He took Hotaru's arms away from her chest and had her place them around his neck. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Kiyoshi placed a soft kiss on the girl's lips and Hotaru was surprised to find the taste of her own fluids very enticing.
"Kiyoshi," she moaned his name as he began groping her swollen bosom. When his lips brushed against her nipple she cried out softly. She didn't even notice there was a finger slowly sliding inside her wet hole until she felt the delightful friction building up.
Setsuna looked up at the intern. "Well?"
"Natsume-san is still in the dark room. The red light outside the photo lab is still on," the intern reported.
The fashion designer let out an exasperated sigh. "You can go in, you know. Those doors revolve so that there's no chance of light entering the dark room and ruining the photographs."
"My card does not give me access to the photo lab, Meioh-san."
Setsuna gave the intern an annoyed look. "Nevermind then, I'll get him myself." She stood up from her desk and quickly walked out of her office.
"Meioh-san, Natsume-san is not a… ah forget it," the intern said resuming her post at the temp desk. "Maybe she should get laid by Kiyo-chan so she's not so bitchy all the time," she muttered under her breath, smiling knowingly at the opportunity she had to get to know the new photographer before Setsuna.
The tall woman swiped her card and opened the door. "Kiyoshi?" she called out in the photo lab.
"Shit," a voice inside the dark room uttered.
"Kiyoshi, the photo shoot is starting soon. What is taking you so long?" Setsuna slid the revolving doors around and went into the darkroom. She squinted her eyes, trying to make out the photographer in the darkness, when suddenly the fluorescent lights came on.
Kiyoshi stood by the light switch, dabbing his eye with a wet paper towel.
"What happened to you?"
"I dropped the tongs into the fix and some of it splashed up at me. I'm fine, it's not a big deal," Kiyoshi replied. "And I'm done. I just need to dump the chemicals."
Setsuna looked around the darkroom that was now lit and tried to recall where Kiyoshi must have had her the previous evening. The countertop by the sink was closest to the door, so she figured it was there. Currently it had a small puddle that Kiyoshi was busy wiping up as he cleaned and straightened out the darkroom.
"Alright then, photo shoot time," Kiyoshi said, tossing the paper towels into the trashcan and stuffing a black rag into his pocket.
Later that evening, Hotaru came bounding into the house. She greeted her parents, who were in the living room flipping through magazines, and was about to run upstairs to her bedroom when Michiru noticed something was amiss.
"Hime-chan, why aren't you wearing your stockings?"
"Oh, some pervert broke into the girl's locker room and stole some of the girls' stockings, including mine," she replied.
"One of the perks of being female is I didn't have to break in…"
Michiru shot Haruka a warning look.
"I mean, that's just wrong. The school should tighten up on security," Haruka quickly recovered and offered her lover a peace smile.
"How's the project with Chibiusa coming?" Setsuna asked next.
"We're almost done! Probably just need another day or two," Hotaru brought her hand up to her mouth to suppress a yawn, "but I'm really tired, so if you don't mind, I'm just gonna go straight to bed."
"That's fine, Hime-chan. Good night!" Michiru said to Hotaru.
"Good night!" Setsuna and Haruka chimed in.
"Good night, everyone!" Hotaru said and disappeared up the stairs.
Haruka tossed the magazine she had been flipping through onto a pile sitting on the floor and grabbed another one off the coffee table. Michiru raised an eyebrow at the cover, which read "Swimsuit Edition" in a bold headline.
"Setsa, what are we looking for again in these old issues?" Michiru asked once she saw drool beginning to glisten on the corner of Haruka's gaping mouth.
"I'm looking for this one article that featured a designer from –"
"Holy shit, Setsuna!" Haruka yelled out as she rotated the magazine in her hand to look at a centerfold. "You never told us you were a model!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Haruka? I was never a model!"
"Oh? Then who's this?" The blonde turned the magazine around for Michiru and Setsuna to see. In the centerfold was a tanned woman with long dark green hair wearing a midnight blue two-piece bathing suit. She was on her knees, leaning forward on both hands, her hips slightly pushed forward, and cleavage in full view. All that was ignored by Setsuna, however. Her eyes went straight to the gray eyes of the model, then down to the photo credits, which read, "Model: Kiyoshi Natsume."