Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ By the Light of a Bloodied Moon ❯ By the Light of the Bloodied Moon ( Chapter 1 )

General Disclaimers: Sailor Moon and Yami no Matsuei do not belong to me, no matter how hard I or other fans may wish differently for themselves. Should you try to take me to court over this, all you will gain are court fees and possibly my anime collection.

Warnings: I gave this fic the high rating because of sensuality, violence, and possibly some lime in later chapters. Also, there is some yaoi in this fic!

Be warned.

Yaoi is when two males have a sexual relationship with one another.

Yami no Matsuei is a yaoi anime/manga!

So if this offends you then turn away now!

Author's Note: This fic is not going to be a normal crossover story. I have only seen one of two crossovers in the SM crossover section with yaoi lines. This story will continue to hold the traditional Tsuzuki/Hisoka pairing that Yami no Matsuei hints upon and will have a few scenes featuring Muraki. The Sailor Moon character that will be used in this fanfic will only be Makoto Kino. She's the only one I can see in this setting and quite personally is my favorite Sailor Moon character.

Chapter 01: By the Light of the Bloodied Moon

Your thoughts determine your actions.
Your actions determine your habits.
Your habits determine your character.
And your character gives birth to your destiny.
-- Unknown

"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved."

- Helen Keller

~*~

Makoto smiled contentedly as she rested on the old park bench. Eyes closed and head tilted back sleepily, she relished the warm summer night's breeze as it seemed to caress her hair and face. The trees softly whispered with the wind, as if sharing some secret and the distant call of a nocturnal creature seemed to laugh. Her nerves were further soothed by the not too distant sounds of water lapping against the shore of the park's central lake.

Makoto decided in those precious moments that agreeing to come to the family reunion in Kyoto had been worth it. Tokyo, while having its share of peaceful parks was often filthy and filled with the types of people one avoided in the night. This park was empty, quiet, and clean; all deserving A's in her book. She could not remember feeling this serene since training on her own in the mountains three summers ago.

Makoto was just starting to fall into a restful snooze when the feel of the winds changed. By habit, her eyes opened and she sat upright so she could look about suspiciously. The air had grown considerably cooler and the sounds she had been enjoying seemed to become muffled. Makoto got to her feet and cautiously began to walk towards the center of the park, letting her instincts guide her.

As she walked, she became aware of an odd, rose colored light, which seemed to filter from above the thick canopy of the trees. The effect was rather eire and the ground seemed to shimmer as if stained with blood. The thought brought Makoto's hand over her mouth as she gagged slightly.

`I've been spending way too much time with Haruka-san,' thought Makoto, shaking the morbid thought away. `Her pessimistic tendencies are rubbing off on me.'

A sudden scream ripped from the clearing up ahead and Makoto's hand shot into the air in the familiar method of transformation. Her wrist flicked slightly and a small green wand with the sign of Jupiter appeared in her hand. Her cry for power followed next, as did a warm rush of power across her body.

Cracking electricity and soft satin. They were feelings no other mortal would ever experience but her, yet eight others could somewhat relate. Something she held dear and yet hated for what it always denied her - a normal life ended by a normal death of old age.

The transformation took only a split second, faster than the naked eye. However, it was apparently time for a second scream to rend the air. Jupiter's legs shot off at a run towards the break in the trees with a sense of urgency.

`I've never heard such a despairing scream! Even when fighting youma, daimons and sailor animates,' Jupiter thought in concern. `It's as if they have no hope of surviving.'

Her thoughts broke with a horrified gasp as she came to a halt just within the clearing. Her stomach heaved and she barely held onto her dinner from earlier. A young teenage girl, perhaps her own age, lay dead on the ground with her arms and legs sprayed around her wildly. Blood pooled out from below the girl and more blood was splattered around her as if it had arched from the wound to the jugular vein.

Her horrified eyes followed the body till they reached a clean pair of shoes and pure white slacks. From there, Jupiter found herself looking at the murderer who was even now looking now at her, unmindful of the long bladed knife in his hand. He smirked at her, and casually brushed some silver hair covering his right eye while pushing up his glasses with his thumb. His ice blue eyes seemed to flash sinisterly at her and Jupiter had never felt so afraid.

After a few moments the deathly silence was broken by the click of the man's shoes as he suddenly began to walk towards her. He steps were confident and held an almost casual grace as he walked towards her, his eyes boring into her own. Jupiter felt her eyes widen in with an unnamed fear and she was frightened when she found her own body unresponsive to her wishes to retreat from the man.

It was if some invisible hand were holding her; a dark oppressive aura sending out waves of evil. In just a few strides, the silver haired man was directly before her, his eyes roaming up and down her figure as if he were examining a piece of meet.

"Marvelous," he cooed suddenly caressing the side of her face. "Your power is not unlike those of Shinigami. However, you are different."

His head suddenly moved to her right ear and she inwardly cringed, as he seemed to breathe in the scent of her hair. Then his hand slipped down to run over her arm and then continued down to one of her limp hands. She resisted the urge to faint as his fingers entwined with her own and his other hand lifted her chin upwards to look at him.

"Your eyes are lovely," he murmured, his face leaning down towards her own. "Such a vivid shade of green like my doll's own. Perhaps … "

Jupiter felt something within her snap and she found her body responding to her once again. With a fierce yank, she pulled away from the man, and moved away from him.

`He's unnatural,' was the first thought in her mind. "He can't be a normal human!"

"Perhaps you would prefer a game then," said the man smiling as if he knew something funny that she did not know.

His hand raised and she watched him warily as he snapped his fingers. Nothing seemed to happen but she backed a few steps away just in case, the entire time refusing to take her eyes off of him. That is, until a fire seemed to spring up between them. Spreading faster than she knew possibly, the fire raced across the ground to trace the form of a pentagram. Smoke rose up from its center and with an ominous slowness a terrible dragon-like creature with three heads rose from the pentagram's center.

Blood red eyes glowed down upon her maliciously and Jupiter found herself taking a step back instinctively. The thing was as ugly as it was huge; it's height towering over her own by a good fifteen feet. Jupiter had to remind herself a moment that it was the largest opponents that fell the hardest. She would just have to work a bit to get the thing out of the way.

"Let the game begin," said the man suddenly, momentarily redirecting her attention to him as he snapped the fingers of his right hand.

Jupiter had no time to actually think, but leaped instinctively as all three monstrous heads spat out large balls of glowing energy. She landed about nine feet away and turned to see the middle head letting loose another blast. Brow furrowed, she leaped once again into the air, only to notice the right and left heads letting loose. Acrobatic skills she had never learned yet instinctively knew revealed themselves in lifesaving form as her body twisted and turned in ways that allowed her body to slip between all three balls of energy.

Her landing was rather shaky and she looked at the monster in annoyance. The thing was definitely smarter then she had originally given it credit to be. The fingers snapped again behind her and she was forced into another round of dodging and running. She was actually evading smoothly for a good while until her foot landed on something slick and she slipped and fell onto a soft, cold object. She looked behind her a split second and gagged fiercely a moment.

With a small cry of horror she then backed away and leaped to her feet, staring the entire time in horror as the bloodied body of the teenage victim. The warm damp feeling of the blood now on her skin and clothes seemed to burn into her hands and she found herself looking down at them fearfully. In all her years fighting demonic creatures she'd only seen this amount of blood once. It was something she swore she would never have to see again.

"Blood is beautiful upon you," whispered a voice seductively in her ear at that moment. "It's color goes so wonderfully with your eyes."

A wet object gently traced over the shell of her ear from behind and Jupiter swung around in revulsion just as the silver haired man leaped away from her, a mocking smile on his lips. A righteous anger began to arise within her and she instantly began to chase after him, swinging at his smirking face when she finally managed to get close. However, she was unprepared for his catching one fist in his right hand. Her eyes widened in surprise and she abruptly found herself pulled forward into his broad chest and into a close encounter with his face. His smirk grew and he smiled down at her as a hand caressed the side of her face.

"So pretty -- almost as pretty as him. I think I will keep you," he purred, his lips brushing against her nose.

"You are sick!" exclaimed Makoto, shoving the man away roughly and watching him land hard on his knees as she looked at him with half wild eyes.

She wasted no time placing some distance between herself and the man. She was disturbed when he showed no expression of being annoyed by her escape and watched him warily as he got to his feet. Once again the sickening smirk appeared upon his face and his right hand raised one more. His fingers snapped and Makoto spun around only to see large teeth streak past her face and clamping into her shoulder.

She screamed in pure agony as she was lifted into the air and brutally shaken. Later she would recall the feeling of her shoulder bone being pulled from it's socket. Unwilling to have the pain continue Jupiter struggled to call to mind an attack she could use. When the attack came to mind, Jupiter closed her eyes and prepared herself.

"Thunder Dragon!" she whispered hoarsely when she felt the power reach its peak within her.

The strong electrical attack tore down from the sky and Jupiter's body convulsed violently even as the glowing dragon formed around her body. An instant later the attack shot from her body and into the mouth of the head holding her aloft at point blank. The pain was instantaneous and she did not even feel herself smashing against the concrete below.

After a few moments of silence, the pain dulled enough that Jupiter was able to focus upon getting her eyes open. Slowly, her eyes began to flutter and she could just barely see the moon in the sky above. She felt an empty kind of satisfaction when she could neither see nor hear the beast and could only assume it was gone. Her body tingled slightly as it teetered at the edge of complete shock and Jupiter felt herself wondering if she had not been so powerful as she was now … would she have died?

But this thought was not to be finished as the silver haired man was suddenly kneeled next to her. She watched with a numb detachment as he reached down and almost gently lifted the arm which had been caught by the beast earlier and examined it. Her vision wavered a moment and she blinked furiously. Only when a cool hand cupped the side of her face did her eyes refocus and she realized the silver haired man's face was a few inches away from her own.

"Your body is healing itself fairly quickly my doll. However, I fear it shall be a few hours till you can move," he murmured, smiling slightly.

"Leave me alone," Jupiter choked, her voice breaking before she could add a derogatory name.

"So defiant," he murmured suddenly leaning and licking the side of her face. "You have very sweet blood my doll."

"MURAKI!" screamed a voice from close by. "Leave her alone!"

Jupiter felt things spin again and closed her eyes once more. When she opened them again, the silver haired man was standing over her with a smirk on his face.

"Ah, Tsuzuki-kun. A pleasure to see you again," he seemed to purr.

There was a slight squawking sound and Jupiter wondered if she also heard the click of a gun.

"Back away from that girl you Bas…" started a new voice angrily only to be cut off by a chuckle from the man above her.

"Ah, the brat. Of course you would be with Tsuzuki again."

Jupiter felt somewhat relieved at the agitation that now laced the man's voice. She had till this point yet to see him show anything other than amusement. Unfortunately, the man seemed to sense her growing ease with the situation and looked down at her thoughtfully. Then his hand reached down and grasped her by her bad arm. Jupiter felt her surroundings spin as pain lanced through her body. After a second the pain died slightly and her vision returned slightly.

Across from her standing rather angrily were two men. One an older man looking to be in his late twenties with brown hair and wearing a suite and the second a teenage young man with blonde hair and wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. An arm held her loosely around the neck and another still held her arm, but in a gentler grip. She recognized she was being used as a hostage in an instant and could see the frustration in the two men's eyes.

Not questioning their probable alliance, Jupiter began to call upon what little life energy she had to summon a final attack. She doubted anything she could call would seriously hurt the man holding her, but at least she could weaken him to a point where the two men might be able to stop him. She didn't want any more innocents to be hurt by him.

"Let her go Muraki!" demanded the older of the two.

"Ah, Tsuzuki-san. You know I can't throw away my dolls so easily." informed the man, patting Jupiter's head with mock fondness. "But don't worry. She cannot compare with you."

Jupiter suddenly wrenched herself free from Muraki and stumbled away from him. She heard him chuckle in amusement and started to follow her only to stop in surprise when she swung around to face him.

"Tsuzuki! Get back!" exclaimed the young man as if sensing what was coming.

Jupiter's vision began to sharpen slightly and she glowered at Muraki with a righteous anger. Electricity seemed to rise from the ground around her and the air literally crackled with electricity. Muraki looked at her in a mixture of awe and surprise and her ire grew. Dust began to swirl at her feet and a breeze began to blow ominously.

"Kill no more," she hissed, raising her unbroken arm towards him and opening her hand.

Muraki quickly mimicked the motion and a ball of light appeared in his hand even as electricity gathered at Jupiter hand. Almost as one the two powers short forward. For Jupiter's damaged body, the power forced her body to arch backward and her eyes lost all sense of life and stared up blindly towards the sky. A tear found its way from the corner of one eye as she bid farewell to her all she loved and a dome of light exploded around her.

TBC

Note: That's it for this chapter. Please let me know what you thought. I will not be upset with criticism and if I can fix something, I will try to do so. Please note though that if you don't review I won't feel encouraged to continue.