Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Perfect ❯ Perfect Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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PERFECT: PART III

Author's Note: Finally, after months, I'm back! Thanks everyone for all of your kind words and support…I'm not gonna bore you with the details…(I'm gonna save that for my next chapter! Hahaha!)

Disclaimer: I never did and never will own Sailor Moon…happy now?

Rated R: For whatever usually happens in material reserved for this rating!

Now On to the Story:

Mark could feel something inside him shift and he relished it. The feeling of completion overtook him and he began to change. His eyes became long and slanted, and as black as the night sky; his fingers grew long, almost twig-like; where there had once been a human mouth there was now only a slit, held together by thin strips of pale gray skin. It was almost as if the…opening…was specially crafted for sucking the life out of its intended victim.

“Master will be pleased,” rasped the creature's harsh voice, “ever so pleased.”

It began to sing a lifeless tune; a melody that drained the happiness from anything and anyone. The creature felt no wind, no snow, not even the chill of the winter air that swirled about it as he stared down at his prize, and after several silent moments, It began to take on an eerie glow.

It lowered his face to Usagi's, and It's purple, snake-like darted out from between the flaps of skin to skim over her dry, cracked lips, causing her to open her mouth. Her taste was sweet, pure…and vile, and now she was his…after Master was done with her. Such a pretty human, with an even more delightful soul…It gagged at the thought, It hated words pretty and delightful, and he took comfort in the knowledge that if Master willed it, It would be allowed to twist her spirit; torture it into submission…for Its Master.

Its black glow continued to expand, until it encompassed both the creature and the girl…and the process had begun…

Then It heard the scream…

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The party wasn't going to end anytime soon, and even though it had been raging for hours, it seemed as if it were just getting started. Connie sighed quietly as Toko's body pressed her own even deeper into the couch. Leave it to him to want to get touchy-feely in the middle of his overcrowded living room.

Though she couldn't see, Toko's shoulders were in the way, she could tell that they weren't the only couple getting it on in a `very' public place. People were taking advantage of the floor, and the walls…and the tables.

She would feel better if she could at least scan the faces to make sure that none of those `people' included Usagi, but that would involve rejecting Toko, and she wanted him so bad…

`Still,' Connie thought to herself, `I made a promise to watch out for her, and it'll only take me second or two to keep it.' So, as much as she hated it, she withdrew her boyfriend's roaming hands from under her shirt and scooted out from underneath him. Toko groaned before trying to drag her back to him, but she merely winked and wagged her index finger, as if reprimanding an overly eager puppy.

Connie leaned down until their noses brushed and whispered that she'd be back in a moment, and then, to Toko's amazement, she was gone.

She expertly maneuvered herself between the rowdy party-goers without issue until some drunken jack-ass got it in his head to slap her ass. Connie turned, fangs bared, to confront the offending drunk, only to find that he had disappeared into the crowd. `Lucky for him…'

0000Fifteen Minutes Later0000

Could Usagi have just slipped out…? Connie couldn't find her anywhere, and she'd made sure to check all of the obvious places, even all of the not so obvious spots. She had barely been able to breathe when she had made her way up to the long flight of steps to the final floor of Toko's house.

Connie looked into each bedroom and remained undeterred when she encountered more than a few couples who had taken up residency in order to do “The Nasty”. It wasn't their bedroom, she had reminded them calmly, and she didn't give a damn about some horny guy and his whore. She was looking for someone who mattered, someone whom she had promised to take care of.

The bathrooms were searched thoroughly, and she was relieved that she didn't find little Usagi, clutching at a toilet bowel spilling her guts.

She kept going, kept searching…and turned up with nothing. There was only one more place to check, and as Connie made her way down the stairs, an uneasy feeling of dread grew in her stomach.

This time when she began to make her way through the throng of rowdy and drunk partygoers, she was shoved and jostled every which way. Connie winced when she heard the distinct sound of breaking glass and smelled the stench of pot and alcohol. What had she been thinking bringing Usagi here? Had she been out of her mind?

Absolutely!

As she made her way to the patio doors, she felt the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and for some very odd reason, her hands had begun to shake. Instinct told her that something was going on, something that was very wrong, even though she could see nothing out of the ordinary.

Connie looked around, her fingers itching to find something to hold, to protect. To protect both herself and Usagi, but from what exactly?

She picked up a baseball bat that had been lying, untouched, in a dark corner. Gripping the bat with her hand she reached forward to unlatch the too French doors.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out onto the patio before walking out even farther, trying to find a sign that meant Usagi had been there.

There was none.

Usagi! She called in a quivering voice. Usagi!

No answer came. Then, the wind began to blow with a sudden, unexpected force. Though the breeze itself felt good, something wasn't quite right about it, and it only made Connie grip the bat even tighter.

Looking up at the moon shine through trees, it was then that an eerie fact dawned upon her.

Even though the wind was blowing, the tree branches weren't moving.

She rubbed at her eyes in disbelief, and sure enough, even though she could feel the wind…nothing else was being touched by it.

Shivering, she turned around to go back and find the few remaining sober partiers to see what was going on…

And then she saw…It.

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The bat slipped from her fingers as her face became a picture of horror and revulsion.

Nearly twenty feet away from her was…oh God!

She couldn't move, couldn't breathe and the stench of the creature' rancid breath assaulted her nostrils. Connie couldn't describe the creature, but Its hideous face and body would be forever seared into the deepest, darkest part of her memory.

That was when the screams began, but she couldn't be sure just who was doing the screaming.

Connie tried to focus on Usagi; had to find a way to catch her bearings. Breaking down like a little girl in front of a freak in a costume wouldn't help Usagi.

Her throat was so dry…she couldn't swallow, could barely move her lips to form words, while her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth.

“You,” the creature rasped, “will not have what belongs to my master. Leave us in peace mortal bitch.”

“I don't care if you're crazy.” Connie could hear herself speaking, but couldn't feel her lips moving. “I don't care if you're wearing a costume and hit the booze too hard. I don't give a shit about anything involving you, but you see this bat here?”

Bending down, her fingers closed over the handle of the bat, and then she struck a batting pose.

`If you don't put her down and get a mother-fucking tic-tac, I'm gonna hit you so hard it'll knock the craziness right out of you! You've got to the count of three, bozo, and then I'll have you begging for mercy!”

The creature clutched the small blonde even closer to Its filthy, mutilated body. “It is you who should be on your knees, groveling, begging for my master's mercy. “

“One!”

Connie took two steps forward.

“The princess is lost to you. Accept what is and prepare for the end of all you hold dear, mortal bitch.”

“You've got one more time to call me that you shit-bag! Two!”

“His mercy will not be given to the likes of you. You mean nothing; you are worth nothing!” It kept chanting, speaking of the wonders of Its master through closed eyes, so involved in Its own little world…so much in fact that It didn't hear the final, most important word…

As Its long, witch-like fingers skimmed the material covering Usagi's left breast, IT took one last pleasure filled breath…

“Three…!”

A loud crack could be heard as Connie swung the baseball bat with all her strength, making sure it came into contact with the side of Its face. And it was then that Connie realized all those years of Little League had finally paid off.

The creature that was once Mark was howling in pain, and blood, black and ugly oozed what was most likely meant to be an eye. It let go of Usagi, hissed, and dropped down onto all fours, ready to attack.

Never had a mortal, a human, caused him so much pain…no creature, other than his Master had ever made him bleed…and somewhere deep within, It was frightened.

Connie swung again, and the still dazed demon moved swiftly to the side, but the thick part of the bat still found away to connect with the injured part of Its head, and It shrieked. It shrieked, and continued shrieking hideously until Connie was forced to drop to her knees and cover her ears to keep her brain from bursting inside of her skull.

`Where was everyone? Couldn't they hear what was going on just a few feet away from the house? Why hadn't someone come to check on the noise…why?'

`Omigod…Omigod…Omigod!' Connie cried softly, as she crawled towards the unconscious Usagi. When she reached her, Connie wrapped her arms around her slim form and held tight, squeezing her eyes shut and doing her best to keep from screaming herself…

And then…

The world stopped. And so did Connie's heart.

And then, as if by the will of some miraculous being, the world began to move again, and both Connie and Usagi were sprawled in the grass, both dazed and breathing heavily and scared out of their minds...and that was when Connie looked up to find---

That they werealone, and all was quiet.

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Mamoru's slipper covered feet padded softly towards the doorway of his apartment, and after fussing with a series of locks, he opened the door to find none-other than Makoto waiting impatiently in the hallway.

“Can I…help you?” He inquired softly.

“I'd like to come in Mamoru. You're not busy are you?”

“Actually I just…” He trailed off after he took a look at the Senshi of Jupiter's determined face. “No, I suppose I've got a minute.”

Makoto closed the door behind her and then carefully slipped of her shoes before seating herself on a couch in his apartment. Mamoru followed hesitantly behind her.

“Can I help you?” He repeated lamely.

She watched him seat himself in an arm chair before replying.

“Have you heard from Usagi lately?”

“Is that what this is about Makoto?” He laughed dryly. “This is Usagi, she's probably off pouting in a corner somewhere; if she were in danger I would know.”

“Mamoru, you mean to tell me that you haven't heard from all day and you're not worried? I mean, the way she left after the meeting today…the way you left the meeting today, I would have thought that she would have at least called you…”

“Well she hasn't, but she'll be fine. She's a big girl Mako, and like I said, if she's gotten herself into trouble somehow then I would have felt it by now.”

“Mamoru, I know that you can feel when she's in trouble, but isn't that only when she's being attacked by a monster from the Negaverse or the Dark Kingdom?”

“Isn't that all she's usually attacked by? I mean, come on, if your referring to the kind of trouble that involves her tripping over her own two feet then there's nothing I can do, short of getting her walking lessons.”

Makoto felt herself tense up at Mamoru's insult, but she let it slide.

“I'm being serious Mamoru.”

He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest.

“So am I.”

She sighed and decided to try a different approach.

“I think she's been hurting herself.”

Mako winced at the bluntness of her own statement as it repeated itself in her head.

“Excuse me?”

“I don't know, I guess I could just be paranoid or whatever, but I saw these marks on her arm, at least I thought I saw them and---”

“Have you actually seen the marks?”

“Well I think so but---”

“Then maybe you're just making a mountain out of a molehill. Ever think of that?”

She resisted the painful urge to rise from the couch and smack Mamoru, but she remained seated and was determined to stay that way.

“Look Mamoru, I'm not an idiot. I know I saw something that doesn't fit, I know I did. Aren't you even worried? Don't you even care about your own girlfriend?”

“Of course I do Makoto, but she and I will talk when she's mature enough to come and talk this out with me, and explain why she acted like a kid the way she did at the meeting. Until then, things are staying the way they are.”

Makoto growled darkly at his obvious unconcern before replying.

“You know what Mamoru, this conversation has been an absolute waste of time.”

“Yeah, you're right Makoto, it was an absolute waste of my time.”

“She's hurting and you're not helping! Nobody is fucking helping her, they're not even trying!”

Makoto had risen from the couch and her cheeks were red with absolute fury.

“Damn it! She doesn't need our help, she needs to grow up, and she needs to do it now. I want the best for her, because I love her! I love her, but she's an endangerment to the Senshi, herself, and those around her.” Mamoru rose as well and took a threatening step towards Makoto. “It's people like you that are holding her back from she should be, it's you who won't let her grow up! I want her to fight, I want her to be a warrior; it's about time she stepped up to what is expected of her…and how the fuck is she supposed to rule a planet if she doesn't start acting the part now?”

“She fights for what's right every-fucking day Mamoru! And does she even get a thank you? How about a good job, or even a pat on the back, or anything?”

He narrowed his eyes and gave a terse reply.

“Knowing the fact the she's kept the world safe from the forces of evil and that humans are still free to live and breathe should be thanks enough. If she wants someone to pop up and congratulate her after fumbling through a battle day after day…well then, she's more selfish than I ever thought possible.”

“I meant from us you asshole! She tries her fucking hardest every goddamn battle and never once do we say good job Usagi, or way-to-go Usagi, do we? We put her down! She's the sweetest, beautiful, and most kindhearted person that I know. She didn't ask for this, she didn't want to be a Sailor Senshi, and she didn't ask to be some ancient princess, but she's stepped up to the plate and she's been there for us both on and off the battlefield!”

“None of us asked for this Makoto, but we've all accepted it. That excuse is old; maybe she should find a new one. That shouldn't be too hard; I'm sure she's got a book of them somewhere.”

“You're such a cold person, Mamoru. I had thought that being with a girl like Usagi would have softened you at least a little bit.” She laughed bitterly before continuing. “I don't what she sees in you Mamoru…I really don't.”

He sighed and ran a tired hand over his face. “On that note,” he began stiffly, “why don't you leave Makoto? I'm expecting someone any minute now and frankly…you've been nothing but a pain in the ass today.”

“Well isn't that a coincidence?” She grumbled under her breath. Her body was as stiff as voice, but she managed to bend and grab her purse before making her way to the door. She put her shoes back on walked out into the hallway

Makoto had made it out of the apartment complex and was briskly walking down the street when she had another idea. She'd talk to Ami, surely she would be able to help, and she'd understand. All she needed now was to contact her via Senshi Communicator and part of her problem would be solved.

She dug through her purse, searching for her communicator, only to come up empty handed. Makoto growled loudly, causing the old business man that had been walking behind her to nervously pick up his pace and pass the angry brunette. She never left home without it…so then it had to have fallen out of her purse when she had gone to see Mamoru.

Makoto spun on her heel and retraced her steps back to Mamoru-Baka's apartment, walked back through the lobby, hopped into the elevator and then rode to level thirteen. She made her way down the hall until she reached the door to Mamoru's apartment. The door was slightly ajar, and though most would deem it rude to enter another's apartment without permission, Mako was sure that she had dropped somewhere near the entrance.

She quietly pushed the door open and looked around. There was no sign of Mamoru, and no still no sign of her communicator. `Damn!'

Mako walked though the kitchen and then silently padded out into the living room… And then in a matter of seconds, Makoto forgot all about her communicator because there was

Mamoru, standing in the middle of the room with his back turned to her…

And with another woman wrapped in his arms…

Makoto stood transfixed by Mamoru and the woman, and she could feel the inside of her stomach begin to twist violently as a hot, bitter liquid rushed up to her throat, nearly choking her…

So she took a step back…and then another, until she was nearly out of the living room. As she turned to leave, she and the other woman locked eyes…

And Reihad never looked more shocked in her entire life…

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Usagi awoke to heavy limbs, a pounding headache and blurred vision, only to find herself tucked away in someone else's bed. Though her thoughts were still fuzzy, she could still make out her surroundings enough to panic.

The lights had been dimmed, and the room smelled faintly of scented candles, and from the sound of it, the party was still raging downstairs. She didn't know how she had gotten in this bed, or who had put her there. The last thing she remembered was…falling…into a deep, dark hole…and she had been staring up into Mark's face the entire time…

“Oh God!” She squeaked weakly. “Oh God!”

Forgetting about the heaviness of her limbs, she checked her body for bruises. Had he been holding her so tightly that he had left impressions of his fingers on her arms; because those marks definitely had not been there before…?

And it was then that the realization hit her…could he have…raped her?

Usagi shuddered and then slowly rose on watery legs. Were you supposed to feel pain…`down there' if you were raped? Looking at the door to make sure that no one would come in, she apprehensively lowered her leather pants to her knees. She bit her lip and then proceeded to check her underwear for any sign that something was different…and she had often heard that bleeding could occur after a `first time', but thankfully, there was none.

She replaced her clothing lowered herself back onto the strange bed, in the strange room, in the strange house. Covering her face with her hands, she let out a muffled sob. And for one fleeting second, she wished she had something to take care of her fear, to relieve the pain, both emotional and physical, from her being.

Usagi removed her hands from her face and looked at her arm that still bore the scars from her last breakdown. She traced every scar with one, delicate fingertip, became disgusted with herself when she realized that she wished she had a razor, a pocket knife…even a paper clip would be alright! Anything to temporarily get rid of the pain…

She wiped at the tears that were running down her cheeks and wished that someone…anyone would tell her what happened. Usagi didn't think that she had been raped, but deep down inside…she knew that she had somehow been violated…

Just as Usagi was ready sink under the covers and curl into a ball, the door burst open and in tumbled a horny couple that had had one too many drinks.

The small, voluptuous redhead was tearing at the clothes of her tall, muscled counterpart. They were moaning and groping each other in a hurried frenzy as they struggled to rid themselves of all clothing.

The man grabbed the girl by her ass and lifted her up so she could wrap her thighs around his waist, and so he could remove her bra with a bit more ease.

It was only when the guy's shirt landed on Usagi's head that she made a noise, which stopped the two from carrying on any further. Both were too drunk to be embarrassed at being caught.

The man leered at Usagi as he looked over her huddled form. “Were you enjoying the show sweetheart?”

Usagi said nothing, but silently watched as the redhead's slipped down to cup `his package' in her hand and began to massage through his pants.

“You wanna play baby?” The woman slurred drunkenly, and she reeked of alcohol.

Usagi simply shook her head in a response.

“Too bad, the man replied, we could have had some fun.” He reached for the woman's hand that was still massaging him, undid the zipper of his pants, and slid her hand inside.

The woman moaned softly, and used her lips to tug on her boyfriend's earlobe. “C'mon Steven…she's just a little kid who doesn't wanna play.” Then the redhead seemed to reconsider for a second. “Aww Stevie, she began in her best whiny little girl voice, I wanna play; make her play!”

“Mmmm…okay Vicky. Just hold on a sec…”

The two became enraptured with each other again, but this time, Steven maneuvered the two of them out the door and into the hall before slamming the door shut behind them.

Usagi shivered at what she had just seen before crawling back into the covers and throwing them over her head.

::TEN MINUTES LATER::

Usagi heard a knock and then the creak of a door, and then the covers were gently pulled away from her body…

“It's good to see you awake, Usagi…”

The blonde sighed in relief. It was only Connie.

“Connie! Oh boy, am I glad to see you! I'm so confused and when I woke up I didn't know where I was or how I got here and---Are you okay? Oh God, Connie your arm!”

A pale faced Connie didn't even look down at her poorly bandaged wrist, she already knew that the blood had soaked through the cloth, and she didn't care.

“What did you? Why did you---? Connie, we've got to get you to a hospital or something…”

Connie simply shook her head, before wrapping her arms around Usagi and burying her face in Usagi's shoulder…

Usagi's arm immediately reached up to comfort the sobbing Connie, and she carefully began to rub her back.

“I thought you were dead!” She sobbed. “I thought he…it…whatever the hell it was had killed you! You were barely even breathing…and you wouldn't wake up, oh Jesus, you wouldn't wake up! Nobody heard anything, but it was so weird…I don't even understand…”

Usagi bit her chewed on her lip as she thought of something to say. Everything from the time she had been talking with Mark to the time she had awakened in bed was still a jumbled mess of thoughts. “Umm…Connie…I don't really know…”

“Nobody heard a single fucking thing, Usagi! It was so…it was hideous and it kept touching you and and…” Connie squeezed Usagi as her breath came in shuddering gasps. “All it did was scream and it was so loud that I thought my head was gonna explode, and he wouldn't let you go… Oh god…I thought he'd never let you go!”

“Connie…”

“I hit the…demon-thing with a bat and then it ran away. I had to drag you in the house and some guy helped me carry you upstairs…” *Sob* “And your lips were blue…and you were so cold…”

“I'm so sorry Connie…I'm so sorry. What---what happened to your arm?"

Connie pulled back enough to flash Usagi a watery smile. “I made the pain go away. I wanted to be numb, I didn't want to feel anything…so had to find a way to get rid of all the bad stuff, and I did. I brought along my little `Life-Savor'. I always keep an extra in my purse in case I need it…”

“You have to let me look at it, okay? I just want to make sure that you don't need stitches or anything.”

Once again Connie shook her head.

“He called you a Princess, Usagi. Do you know what he was talking about?”

“No…I'm sorry, but I have no idea…” She answered hesitantly.

“Are you sure? Are you in some sort of trouble?”

“Connie, I already told you that I don't know. I can't even remember anything that happened. I woke up in here and had no idea about where I was. I feel like I can barely even remember my own name! I'm sorry that you put you're life in danger for me, but thank you, for what ever you did. I guess I wouldn't still be here without you…”

Connie nodded and sniffled softly.

“Usagi,” she began quietly, “I think that there's something that I need to tell you…”

“What is it?”

“I think I…I think I…that I---”

And then…Connie's warm lips were somehow pressed against Usagi's cold ones.

After a few seconds…Usagi pushed Connie away…

“Connie…I think it's time that I left…”

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Author's Notes: IN NO WAY IS THIS A LESBIAN FIC GUYS…THIS WAS PURELY TO ADD TO THE SEEMINGLY COMPLICATED PLOT! IF YOU'RE CONFUSED NOW, IMAGINE WHAT IT MUST BE LIKE TO FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU'RE WRITING…I THINK I CONFUSED MYSELF HAHAHAHA! Thanks for reading AND I will do my best to update as soon as possible! I hoped you liked this chapter, and please leave a review! I'll love you forever!