Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ In But A Dream-A Sailormoon-JTHM crossover ❯ I'm Giving in to You ( Chapter 27 )
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By: Q_Slash 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Suspense / Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.03.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 226 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Suspense / Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.03.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 226 | Status: Completed
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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 Q
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In But a Dream
A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic
Chapter 27 ~ I'm Giving in to You
Johnny C. ran. He ran from that sugary, humbley embarrassed smile, down his hallways, across rooms and up countless flights of stairs. Running like a bat out of hell from the lower depths of his house. Just running.
His boots thudded uproariously in his paniced, spiced ears, and they squeaked in agony as he turned a corner. Bathroom! Yes! Salvation! A way out!
'Nny stumbled, exausted into the bathroom, his whole thin body crumpleing to his knees at the toilet bowl.
Her...actions...her...touch.....He twitched below.
Saliva, Skin, release.
Some of her saliva was undoubtably inside of his body, seeping into his cells, taking up residence within his very being...
He did not even have the time to lift the seat before the memory of moments ago caused him to vomit.
In between bouts of retching, the young man tugged at his deshivled clothing, wanting it off, feeling it melt to his flesh, as if it was stitch to him. No. He shredded the cloth off of him violently, as if it were a burning second skin that had to be removed, less he die.
He kicked off his boots while turning to the low bathtub to his left. The invalid young man reached a trembleing hand to the hot water knob and turned it, the showerhead above instantly releasing a dripping torrent of steaming water.
A gag as he reached into the tub, sliding into it on his belly like a drugged penguine, letting the scalding water form red plains on his pale flesh. Johnny hugged his thin legs to his chest, just letting the water hit his shoulders and slip down his back and front as he..just...sat.
Eventually, Johnny opened his eyes, hopeing to see nothing but clean, clear water smoking and swirling its way down the drain. Unfortunately, the water was streaked and smudged with deep crimson which stuck to his skin. He could still feel the body fluids which had collected onto the Mercy Machine, which tried to seep there way past his cloths, into his flesh. Blood of victims, juices of his own making, drool, sweat, it was disgusting!
'just to fuck with me!'...who had been the one to say that? Bunny? But didn't he give Bunny voice? or was he becoming self aware, Like the Doughboys? And if not, then did the voice say 'Nny' or 'Me'?
"...Me..." Muttered Johnny, feeling the burning rivulets of water find there way past his broken lips, into his mouth, and down into his stomach. "She's good...She's good...and pure..and you're just saying that...to...fuck...FUCK!...fuck....with.....me..."
The disgusting act took guts, 'Nny would give her that much credit. Though, weakness of the flesh were so...blase. and, To be violated in such a way. . .
Granted, he now knew how Hotaru's mind worked. How it felt. . .how deeply and segnificantly he must have damaged it.
So much so, that she did not seem to feel much compassion for him and his pain. No. It was her own shame that made her drawback. Her own self perception.
*Just like every other sick person in this city!* Thought Johnny in revultion.
Or was she? She at least halted her assault. Nore did she beg to be forgiven and let loose. True, she passed out. What was with all that passing out anyways? Maybe that sailor form weakened her. Hmm...
'Nny shivered. When had the water run cold? He did not remember.
It took him a great deal of time before he stepped from the shower, Into his room, and into a fresh pair of shiny leather pants.
A full spectrum of self, Johnny saw in that girl: Bravery, innocents, a cold blooded murderer, tormenter, daughter, heroin, weak, strong, foolish, calculating, and down right insane...She seemed to posess more self then 'Nny ever would. Something like that was a rare find.
Nailbunny's words, caught in the lasting echo of Hotaru's heavy breaths, still whispered in his mind....
Maybe...maybe.
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Hotaru felt the presence before she opened her eyes. She also tasted the bitter flavour still clinging to her throat, before she felt the presence nearby.
*Considering his hobbys, 'Nny isn't as bitter as I would have thought...* The girl mused with a slight 'heh'.
JOHNNY!
Deep purple eyes snapped open in fear. He was free. He was angery. She had broken him, and now he would break her. She sat up, eyes focusing on that familiar presence. The blurred form solidifide, and she registered the visage of the gangly killer. A horse cry as she pushed from the floor, falling backward onto her soft rear, using her heels and foodsoles to push her from the boy until her back painfully slammed into a wall. Wide eyed and hairmessed, her pupils dialated from fear, breath comming in quick gasps.
'Nny exhaled at this display, shoulders sagginf, before his long legs took him to Hotaru, where he stopped an arms length from her.
"Hotaru."
She registered him reaching out to her.
*This is it, he's going to carve me into a million peices and put me in his dinner...*
Yet, Hotaru only noticed his bare hand, held out in a non threatening manner. His face a mask of guarded acceptance, and patiance.
"I understand. I respect you. Take my hand..."
She blinked up at him, fear still omnipresent in her soul...but faith as well. Clinging to the reminents of her uniform with a fist, her trembling hand slowly reached out, soft, delicate palm to be placed against his deadly one.
"You are safe, Hotaru."
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 Q
____________________
In But a Dream
A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic
Chapter 27 ~ I'm Giving in to You
Johnny C. ran. He ran from that sugary, humbley embarrassed smile, down his hallways, across rooms and up countless flights of stairs. Running like a bat out of hell from the lower depths of his house. Just running.
His boots thudded uproariously in his paniced, spiced ears, and they squeaked in agony as he turned a corner. Bathroom! Yes! Salvation! A way out!
'Nny stumbled, exausted into the bathroom, his whole thin body crumpleing to his knees at the toilet bowl.
Her...actions...her...touch.....He twitched below.
Saliva, Skin, release.
Some of her saliva was undoubtably inside of his body, seeping into his cells, taking up residence within his very being...
He did not even have the time to lift the seat before the memory of moments ago caused him to vomit.
In between bouts of retching, the young man tugged at his deshivled clothing, wanting it off, feeling it melt to his flesh, as if it was stitch to him. No. He shredded the cloth off of him violently, as if it were a burning second skin that had to be removed, less he die.
He kicked off his boots while turning to the low bathtub to his left. The invalid young man reached a trembleing hand to the hot water knob and turned it, the showerhead above instantly releasing a dripping torrent of steaming water.
A gag as he reached into the tub, sliding into it on his belly like a drugged penguine, letting the scalding water form red plains on his pale flesh. Johnny hugged his thin legs to his chest, just letting the water hit his shoulders and slip down his back and front as he..just...sat.
Eventually, Johnny opened his eyes, hopeing to see nothing but clean, clear water smoking and swirling its way down the drain. Unfortunately, the water was streaked and smudged with deep crimson which stuck to his skin. He could still feel the body fluids which had collected onto the Mercy Machine, which tried to seep there way past his cloths, into his flesh. Blood of victims, juices of his own making, drool, sweat, it was disgusting!
'just to fuck with me!'...who had been the one to say that? Bunny? But didn't he give Bunny voice? or was he becoming self aware, Like the Doughboys? And if not, then did the voice say 'Nny' or 'Me'?
"...Me..." Muttered Johnny, feeling the burning rivulets of water find there way past his broken lips, into his mouth, and down into his stomach. "She's good...She's good...and pure..and you're just saying that...to...fuck...FUCK!...fuck....with.....me..."
The disgusting act took guts, 'Nny would give her that much credit. Though, weakness of the flesh were so...blase. and, To be violated in such a way. . .
Granted, he now knew how Hotaru's mind worked. How it felt. . .how deeply and segnificantly he must have damaged it.
So much so, that she did not seem to feel much compassion for him and his pain. No. It was her own shame that made her drawback. Her own self perception.
*Just like every other sick person in this city!* Thought Johnny in revultion.
Or was she? She at least halted her assault. Nore did she beg to be forgiven and let loose. True, she passed out. What was with all that passing out anyways? Maybe that sailor form weakened her. Hmm...
'Nny shivered. When had the water run cold? He did not remember.
It took him a great deal of time before he stepped from the shower, Into his room, and into a fresh pair of shiny leather pants.
A full spectrum of self, Johnny saw in that girl: Bravery, innocents, a cold blooded murderer, tormenter, daughter, heroin, weak, strong, foolish, calculating, and down right insane...She seemed to posess more self then 'Nny ever would. Something like that was a rare find.
Nailbunny's words, caught in the lasting echo of Hotaru's heavy breaths, still whispered in his mind....
Maybe...maybe.
________
Hotaru felt the presence before she opened her eyes. She also tasted the bitter flavour still clinging to her throat, before she felt the presence nearby.
*Considering his hobbys, 'Nny isn't as bitter as I would have thought...* The girl mused with a slight 'heh'.
JOHNNY!
Deep purple eyes snapped open in fear. He was free. He was angery. She had broken him, and now he would break her. She sat up, eyes focusing on that familiar presence. The blurred form solidifide, and she registered the visage of the gangly killer. A horse cry as she pushed from the floor, falling backward onto her soft rear, using her heels and foodsoles to push her from the boy until her back painfully slammed into a wall. Wide eyed and hairmessed, her pupils dialated from fear, breath comming in quick gasps.
'Nny exhaled at this display, shoulders sagginf, before his long legs took him to Hotaru, where he stopped an arms length from her.
"Hotaru."
She registered him reaching out to her.
*This is it, he's going to carve me into a million peices and put me in his dinner...*
Yet, Hotaru only noticed his bare hand, held out in a non threatening manner. His face a mask of guarded acceptance, and patiance.
"I understand. I respect you. Take my hand..."
She blinked up at him, fear still omnipresent in her soul...but faith as well. Clinging to the reminents of her uniform with a fist, her trembling hand slowly reached out, soft, delicate palm to be placed against his deadly one.
"You are safe, Hotaru."