Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Of Heaven and Hell ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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Title: Of Heaven and Hell

Author: Ryo Angel

Rating: R

Edited by: Stara


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One has fallen and another takes his place. Zoicite, lover of Kunzite. Such feminine beauty
wasted on a man. As I look at the homosexual blonde that Drusilla has appointed, it
makes me throb with want, but all he cares for is Kunzite. Former lover of Venus... dear,
dear Venus. The exact replica of my Usako.

I had met her once as another fighter for justice... and I had found her charming... and a
minx as well. Smirking, I swirled the spoon around my coffee and waited as the newest
scout - Jupiter - found her way into the happy team of three. She did indeed have a
boyfriend named Freddie in this lifetime. A shame he was a ghost - one of Hell's spawn.
Now, every guy she sees, he inhibits for a while, to keep her tuned into him, for if a person
still remembers you, you live still. Torture for the human, but great fun for the ghost.

"Mamoru?" I turned around at her voice and smiled at her. She was wearing a silver
turtleneck sweater and a long black skirt.

"Hey, Odango." I greeted her. I noticed that she didn't start yelling at me. In fact, all she
did was pout slightly. I think she's secretly please that I have a nickname for her.

"If you can't be nice..." She broke off, resigned, and turned away, but I called her back.

"All right, Usagi. What is it?" She's a spitfire, but there's something in her eyes that I can't
refuse... not to mention that the note Drusilla had left behind frightened me a little. What
a laugh. The Prince of Hell frightened of the Lady of Darkness. But yet... I turned my
attentions back to my bunny.

She bit her lower lip and wrinkled her nose much like a bunny, "Well..."

I leaned back on the counter and waited patiently, smiling to myself as she tried to find
the words to say.

"There's a dance going on at my school... I know it's just a Junior High School dance, but it
means something to me... and..." Her gaze dropped to the ground and she plucked at the
hem of her shirt nervously, "I don't have a date... it's the Valentine's Day dance... and...."
She was beet red by now, a small nervous smile appearing on her face as she looked up,
her eyes meeting mine with a fearful look, "Wouldyougowithme?" She asked in a rush.

She looked just so adorable! And her face was a deep shade of red. "Excuse me?" I
asked, knowing quite well what she had said.

She bit her lip again, "Would... would you come to the dance with me?" She asked quietly.

"Why?"

Her eyes flashed fire, "It's just a dance. You don't have to mock me if you don't want to go
with a stupid odango like me!" She yelled, turning to leave again before I grabbed her
wrist and stopped her.

"I didn't say no, Usagi." I told her when she looked at me, "I just want to know why you
wanted me to go with you."

Her face started to turn red again, "I..." She once again bit her lip as she searched for the
words to explain.

I found this display amusing. I stood up and walked to her, but a sudden scream broke
her from her reverie.

"I... I got to go!" She said quickly, rushing out the doors. Thunder roared outside, echoing
my displeasure. I followed her outside and saw the youma, Zoicite laughing as he tossed
the crystal high in the air and caught it again. He caught my eyes and swallowed his
laughter as fear danced its way into his heart. I'd deal with him later, but for now, this
fight must end. Quickly.

Dropping into the shadows, I reappeared as Tuxedo Kamen. Rose in hand, I struck the
youma with all my hatred and displeasure. How DARE it ruin my fun! "Now, Sailor Moon!" I
called out to her a second too late as she was knocked down, blood running down a large
gash along her arm. But she held on and struggled to get up. As she powered up and
restored the youma back to its rightful form, I could feel her energy leaving her, and she
lost the power to maintain her illusion of Sailor Moon. I watched with growing horror as my
sister showed up, veiled all in shadow. The Senshi couldn't see her, but they could feel her
as Death. As she passed by Usagi, she droped down and ran one finger along her
bloodied arm and brought it up to her moth, her pink tongue devouring the sweetness
that is my Usako. A sick smile spread along her face.

"Her blood is so sweet..." She crooned, "Like honey..." Drusilla brought her hand to
Usagi's face, not touching, but absorbing her life.

"No!" I cried out, running to them. "NO!" Pushing the Senshi away, I scooped Usagi up
and pulled her to my body.

"Give her back, Tuxedo Kamen!" Sailor Mars demanded, but I wouldn't allow it. She
doesn't understand.

"Please!" Mercury pleaded, "We have to get her to a hospital. She's going to die if we
don't!" None of them understands. Drusilla is Death. No matter where Usagi is, she will
die without my protection.

Jupiter didn't even speak, she just started charging at me. But as the Prince of Darkness, I
evaded her attacks easily, at the same time, dodging Drusilla's attempt at my Usako's life.

"NO!" I roared out, lightning striking the ground behind me and rain began to fall. The
three began to advance towards me and my grip around Usagi tightened. They mustn't
get her. I am all that is standing between her and Death that is my sister, Drusilla.

"Let go of her!" The three senshi demanded as they started attacking, hand to hand. I
dodged their attacks, fearful for my Usako's life.

"Enough!" I finally shouted. "Enough!" I could feel my Usako's life seeping into my arms.
Leaping high, I blended into the shadows and reappeared at the apartment to find
Drusilla there. "Leave us."

"But brother, dear." She whispered, "You promised me that her blood would paint the
underworld." She smiled her vacant smile, "Such a pretty crimson red..." She moved
towards Usagi.

My eyes narrowed and steeled as I gripped Usagi closer, "Leave. Us." I demanded.
Although she is older than I in more ways than one, I am the heir to the throne of Hell and
all must obey me.

She hissed as a black cloud enveloped her, "This isn't the end, my darling brother." She
promised as she disappeared. I know it isn't, but at the moment, all I care about is that
my Usako is safe. I laid her on the couch and peeled away the sweater to see the large
gash on her arm, as well as tiny scars along her body, some long, some short. The deeper
ones were bleeding and passing a hand over them, they closed quickly and I winced to
hear her cry of pain. There will be scars. Now I know why she wears such long articles of
clothing. She isn't as innocent as I had once thought her to be...

"Akuma..."

I turned around to see Father standing dispprovingly at the balcony.

"Father." I greeted, draping a cape over Usagi's sleeping form.

"So the little bunny has found her way inside..." He said, coming inside, his black wings
folded delicately behind him. He stood over Usagi and gazed down at her fondly. An
uneasy feeling washed over me and as if sensing this, he turned to me and smiled, "Fear
not. She is yours. Fate has decreed this." She stirred slightly, but quieted when Father
passed a hand over her. "So begins the end." He murmured before stepping away and
smiling. "Venus will be arriving soon..." A pregnant pause filled the air and he smirked, "Be
careful how you approach her, Akuma." With that, he vanished before my eyes and, before
I had a chance to contemplate what he had said, Usagi stirred, and I was instantly by her
side.

Her eyes fluttered open and for a few seconds, there was a lingering smile on her face
that soon vanished when she fully awoke. Her eyes grew wide and she sat straight up,
the cape falling down to her waist, revealing sharp scars that were not results of battle,
but rather, of her sin. Fate had dealt her a cruel hand, ignoring her painful cry to be a
normal girl and forcing her to take pleasure in the painful act of self-mutilation. "Mamoru?"
She asked once she scrambled to cover herself up with the cape once more, "Why am I
here? What... what happened?"

I wondered briefly if I should tell her the truth, but decided against it, telling her instead,
"I found you in my apartment when I came in. I should ask you the same thing." I had
meant to sound light and casual, what came out sounded cruel and cold.

I could see uncertainty flicker through her eyes as she thought about what had happened,
trying to remember. To save her from coming with an answer, I knelt down beside her, "I
saw scars on your body, Usagi." I told her seriously, "What happened?"

Her eyes widened, "Mamoru no hentai!" She yelled, freeing one hand to slap me on the
face, but I held her back. "Let go of me!" She struggled, but I held on.

"There are SCARS on your body, Usagi!" I shouted above her screeching. When she
stopped struggling, I let go of her, "Tell me." I commanded.

Defiance shone in her eyes, "It's none of your business, Mamoru." She told me coldly,
standing up looking around for her clothes. When she spotted the blood-covered sweater,
she winced, but she picked it up. "I'm leaving." She said, walking out the front door.

"Sure!" I shouted at her, "Come when you want to and leave when you want to!"

She stopped and stilled. I could feel the tension vibrating through her into the room. And
soon, it was gone. "Whatever." She whispered as she threw open the door and slipped
away. "It's not like I can do anything about..." I could hear her mumbling to herself as she
ran down the stairs and out into the street. I wanted to go after her, but Father took that
moment to come back and beckoned for me to follow.

With one last glance to the elevator, I let out a deep sigh and jumped from the balconey
and flew high into the night sky, trailing after him. The silence was broken when he finally
spoke, "The little bunny screams in pain." Instantly, I thought about Drusilla and her
promise, but Father continued, "She is missing half her soul and now lives in her dreams."

Centuries ago, I realized that dreams are more than dreams - they are our past. She is
missing my dear brother's soul and is now in pain. Anger coursed through me, but his next
words left me in a state of shock, "The future lies in her dreams. And your mother lies in
her future."












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Wheeee! ^-^ I finally gotten myself an editor! ^_^ Always wanted one of those... I
have very very bad grammer. Yup yup yup.

Anyways, I'm going to put this chapter up today and TRY and get you guys the next
chapter on St. Patrick's Day... the 17th of March... I think... anyways, the point is that
I'll TRY and nothing more. Certainly nothing less.

BUT! if I don't get at LEAST ten reviews on this chapter, (which I know I will ^^), I'll
end the next chapter on a really really bad cliffy. Muwhahahahahahahah! Ha!

(Aren't I evil?)

Questions to the readers!
(E.M = evil Mamoru)

1 - What exactly does E.M's father mean when he said that E.M's mother lies in
Usagi's dreams? Her dreams are of her past life, what is E.M's mother doing there?

2 - How does E.M know Minako? What did he mean when he said that she was a minx?

3 - Self-mutilation... why do YOU think Usagi is doing that to her body?

Bonus Question!!! - How much wood can a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck can chuck wood? ^^;