Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ In But A Dream-A Sailormoon-JTHM crossover ❯ Waiting and wanting, restlessly and ruthlessly ( Chapter 5 )

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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her.
This particular chapter was written by Hailey McCarthy-Goode
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In But a Dream

A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic

Chapter 5 ~ waiting and wanting restlessly and ruthlessly


Hotaru woke the next morning in her own, comfy bed. Her arm was
bandaged now. The pain had receded but she shrieked if her arm was
moved abruptly.
She looked in her mirror. Her hair was a mess. There were horrid
bags under her hazy eyes. She reached for her cover- up and blotched
it on, wanting to feel beautiful again. After that eve, she couldn't
though. The stains stayed in her mind. She felt dirty and exposed,
for no reason; come on Hotaru, nothing happened, nothing… nothing
really did happen, but it was all the same, all the emotions left
inside of her were all foiled up and she did not know what to think
of the other night. But she liked it, she liked feeling dirty. But
his eyes… she began to think, and the thinking led on, but it didn't
matter now, it was over, she would never see him again… never…?
She got dressed and went downstairs. Picked up her lunch and out the
door she went.
She walked down the crowded streets, full of millions of people
flocking to their own duties. Cars, trucks and buses drove by…
Dirty…
She walked on thinking, pondering…
She walked through the gates and saw some of her friends.
At least, she imagined they were her friends. She hadn't lived here
very long.
Moved here from her beautiful home in Japan, because papa got a new
prestigious
job offer. Leaving the only friends she had ever had. Breaking
contact,
breaking off loving friendships. Even most of her cherished lamp
collection
broke in the move.
This place. . . it broke everything.
No beloved lamps. No friends. No one to care for her.
But she knew, from past experiance with her dear friends chibi-usa,
what a true
friend would say:
"Hey Hotaru, why didn't you call me last night? I thought we were
going to go out to the arcade."

"Oh," She would say in her soft, whispery voice. "well, I went
shopping and got
caught up in something." A soft smile would placate Chibi-usa chan.

But She was here now, and, like before..no one paid her any mind.

However, the man last night did. More then that, he felt
so...affected by her,
that he seemed compelled to threaten her. . .what was that quote from
some
violent Television show she had seen?
"When you think about it. Revenge is the ultimate Hallmark card. It's
like
saying 'you've effected my life so segnificantly, that I feel
compelled to
effect your life in an equil and segnifficant way. . ."

Unwittingly or not,had Hotaru really touched him so profoundly?
Hotaru
peered around the busy schoolyard. Girls went by in their large
cliques talking about boys and the latest stars. The guys hung out
here and there, feeling impeccable and dominant. She peered out at
the busy street.
Cars, they're just cars. But why…
There he stood, blocked slightly by the black iron gates. His blazing
eyes pierced through her slender body. She looked away, but still
looked at him in quick glances.
Stop looking…
NO…
Stop it…
NO I DON'T HAVE TO…
No, he's gone now…
With the third quick look he had disappeared. She turned back around
to
see her own lonelyness.
No friends were there to ask "Are you okay, or are you dazed? Let me
check your pulse." For back in Japan, it was well known that Hotaru
was weak,
and frequently ill. Chibi-Usa, or perhaps Usagi would have grabbed
Hotaru's
hand as if to check for a
pulse.
"Hey, I'm fine." Hotaru would find herself smiling thankfully at
there concern.

The bell rung
and they all ran to their classes. Hotaru looked back and saw him
again. His finger beckoned her to come forward, to him. The action
was hypnotizing. She followed.
His long finger was now in front of her face. She looked him in the
eyes and smiled perkily.
"hello, didn't I tell you we would meet again? Let me walk you to
your class." He started walking, her beside him.
Come on, be offensive, on guard Hotaru…
"Hmm, well, I guess you were right. What brings you here today? Are
you going to be my new stalker?" Smooth move Hotaru, smooth move.
" Well, what can I say, you are now an object of my interest! So
tell, or can you tell me, your name."
"It's Tomoe Hotaru." She answered after a slight faulter. "and yours?
I'm
dying to know what kind of name a . . .person. . .
like you would have."
"Actually, my name is pretty normal, it's Johnny, but you can call
me 'Nny.
Next question;
where's your next class?"
She looked into his eyes. His deep, subtle eyes. She longed for them…
"Actually, I don't think I'll go…"
Hah, exactly what I thought, your touch, her hand, your hand. Damnit.
But it'll all be over soon…
"Hmm, so where do you want to go then?" there was a sharp metal
object in his voice and the cold sneer came up again, but this time,
she wasn't afraid.
He's all sexy, no…fight…the…power… damn. It's no use.
"No, I'll go, but can I see you later?" she felt desperate. His
evilness had now surpassed her mind and she felt the need to become
one with him, and she would, if she tried hard enough. I need too.
It's inevitable. It's fate!
"of, course." He turned his back and began to walk, sneering all the
way… Hah, I've got her…
"No, but where will I find you."
"oh, I'll see you around."
He kept on walking. His arms wavering in the air. Hotaru stood
astounded by herself in the middle of the courtyard, watching him
disappear into the late morning traffic.
The wind rustled her skirt and hair as the second bell went off. The
cherry blossoms twirled about her in an upward spiral direction, with
the wind, which blew to the north.
She hurried in to the school. In the bare halls her low heels
clicking echoed behind her and she ran instead of walking, not
wanting to be reminded of him.

All through the day she dazed about him. But why, she didn't know…
what is it about him that makes me turn…?
She spun through the day like laundry in a wash cycle. Turning in
with the wet heaps of other people and just minding her own
business,and being
alone at the same time… different from the rest.
The last bell letting everyone out for the day rang in her quiet
English class. They herded out the door. She walked dazily to her
locker. What if I can't find him… what if I don't see him again…?
She opened up her locker and got her books out, preparing to go back
home after a long day of waiting, with no result.
A long, pale hand came around and slammed her locker shut. It was
him. She smiled sweetly. He forced a smile onto his thin lips, but
she took the bate.
He started walking towards the door and she followed; like a dog to
his master; a child to a mother; a lover to a lover. But that's what
she wanted it to be like. And he liked being in control of the
situation, but it was more than that. Yes, the hand…
They walked through the schoolyard. His tight clothes clung to his
thin body as he walked ahead of Hotaru, which was good, she was
afraid to walk with him, and he was afraid of walking with her.
Come on dearie…follow me, that's the way…
Oooh, oooh, what to do , what to do.
They walked on. Hotaru looking all around at the beauty of the
surroundings, Johnny looking straight ahead, not caring and not
thinking, like a machine.
They walked until the sun set once more. For a long while and Hotaru
finally recognized the crooked sidewalk on the street. But now, the
lights were on in the living room now. The family sat and watched a
movie, probably disney. The mother and father embraced each other and
mashed on popcorn, eating the kernels, while the child sat directly
in front of the television, easily amused by snow whites soft curves
and dazzling vocals and her kindness towards little ones.
Johnny opened the door without using a key, he opened it and held it
open for Hotaru who gracefully streamed by him and went into the
house. Her bag clanged against his thigh as she walked in and he
flinched as it did.
Disgusting filth. How dare you touch me.
He laughed wretchedly, but she took it in good cheer and laughed with
him. She kept walking and plopped her bag down on the orange shag
carpet. The blinds were closed and there were no lights on in the
house. Johnny closed the door behind him, slamming it with great
ease. Now it was pitch dark and the only light to be seen was the
faint flickering of the street lamp outside shining through the
cracks in the vinyl shades.
Hotaru went to turn around and found a smelly cloth being shoved in
her face. The fumes went straight to her head and she began to feel
dizzy. She passed out and her cold body fell to the ugly floor.
Johnny kicked her ruthlessly to see if she was gone. She was.