Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Sailor Moon: Sweet Surrender ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: this is an alternate universe fic featuring characters taken from the Sailor Moon series and contains shoujoai or girl/girl love of an explicit sort. If this content offends you, I'd recommend skipping over this story.

 

Sailor Moon: Sweet Surrender

 

The actors moved gracefully upon the stage, playing their roles to perfection. The love story unfolded under the lights, two young people once separated by fate, reunited by chance and finally choosing to stand together, even if it meant breaking the rules.

 

Minako Aino stretched out a hand, the tall blonde haired woman taking her partner's hand. The gown the twenty year old wore swirled around her dramatically, her voice ringing as she cried, "For this is my love, long lost but returned to me."

 

Rei Hino gently took that hand, her own raven locks cut short, the man's suit that she wore giving her a boyish air, "Never sundered, no longer I but we."

 

The queen on her throne raised her eyes, her expression fond as she gazed at them. "Your words touch even my cold heart," Usagi Tsukino sang, her long golden hair seeming almost white beneath the stage lights.

 

Makoto Kino, her own brown hair tied back to allow the king's crown to rest on her head sang, "Standing together, much like a work of art."

 

Out in the audience a figure watched them sing and dance together from the shadows, standing slightly apart from all the other viewers. Her black hair fell in a wave down her back, violet eyes focused on only one figure up on the stage. Silently she turned away, going deeper into the shade before finally disappearing in darkness.

 

Backstage later that night Minako walked into the changing room that all of the actresses shared, striding over to her dressing table only to slow, warmed by what she saw there. Resting on the glossy wood was a bouquet, not of typical flowers but instead made up of black and red roses. Gently she picked them up, breathing deep of the lovely scent.

 

"Another one?" Usagi's eyes glowed with excitement as she dramatically cried, "Your secret admirer strikes again!"

 

"Still no card," Minako noted, seeing only the fine quality violet ribbon that had been used to tie the paper around them. She untied the ribbon and brought it to her face, that distinct scent of flowers still clinging to it.

 

"I don't know," Makoto frowned, "I mean, you have no idea who keeps leaving these for you. For all you know it could be a creep."

 

"No," Minako took the ribbon and twined it into a lock of her blonde hair, "someone with this much style couldn't be a creep."

 

"Now that makes sense," Rei chuckled, untying the laces of her shirt to reveal the bandages that firmly held her breasts down. With a wince she began to untie the bandages, Usagi moving forward to gently help.

 

There was a soft tap on the door then their manager entered, smiling happily. "Good news," Ami Mizuno said, her blue hair falling down over her round glasses, "the theater has asked us to stay on for another week of shows." She smiled, eyes twinkling, "More importantly, several other theaters uptown have asked if we could perform there."

 

In the midst of the cheering Minako smiled happily, "You see, I told you that London would enjoy our sort of performance, not just the continent."

 

There was quiet laugher at that, everyone remembering some of the more energetic discussions that they had before the group finally decided to take their act outside of Japan. Still, with the ending of the Great War with Germany they had hoped that England would be looking for a new sort of entertainment.

 

"Anyway, we'd best be getting back to our lodgings," Ami said to them firmly, "I've got carriages waiting for us."

 

Minako finished changing into a more demure brown dress as she said, "If you don't mind, I'd rather walk back."

 

"But Minako," Usagi said, she and Rei having just finished changing, "it isn't safe."

 

"Maybe she's meeting her secret admirer," Rei commented archly, not realizing that she and Usagi were still holding hands.

 

"I can take care of myself," Minako's blue eyes flashed as she looked at them, her expression cutely stubborn. It was a look most of them recognized by now, one that clearly indicated that she would not be easily swayed.

 

Ami nodded slightly, holding up her hands in surrender. "All right," she quickly said, "but please don't be out too late."

 

"Yes, mother," Minako rolled her eyes.

 

A few minutes later everyone had left the small theater, leaving Minako standing there alone beneath the flickering glow of the street lamp. She started out walking on the cobblestones, the faint breeze blowing her hair back and disturbing the fog around her.

 

'It's not that I don't like them,' Minako thought to herself a bit mournfully, 'it just gets tiring being the only single around two couples.' Her boots tapped on the stones as she walked, beads of moisture clinging to her face as she breathed the smoky night air.

 

A sound out of the darkness reached her ears, a frown appearing on Minako's face. She paused to listen, blonde hair flowing as she turned, then moved quickly down the street. Footsteps hurried behind her and Minako knew she was being followed. Reaching the next street lamp she put her back to the metal post and waited, eyes narrowed.

 

The first man emerged from the shadows, another hanging back, simply a dark shape in the mist. "Give us your money," he drawled, "an' nobody needs to be troubled."

 

"Sorry, don't have any," Minako answered him crisply, intently watching the knife that glittered in the man's hand.

 

"Then I guess we'll just ha' our fun some other way," with a sneer he lunged forward, but Minako was already moving.

 

Her leg just a blur Minako kicked the knife, sending it spinning out into the darkness. He leapt back in surprise at her strike but she swept forward, the base of her hand slamming right into his nose with a wet sounding crack. Staggering backwards he was wide open for her next strike, another kick that dropped him unconscious.

 

"Why you little....." the other man charged arrogantly at her out of the mists but Minako was ready, swiftly stepping aside then grabbing him by the collar as he went by and turning his path right into the metal pole, his only blow marking her cheek with a flash of red..

 

Whump! Hearing the sound Minako whirled around to see a third man fall limply to the ground, a woman casually tossing a now broken piece of board aside. Her long black hair fell in a wave as she met Minako's blue eyes with her seemingly bottomless violet ones, the smallest of smiles on her grave face. "I thought that I was going to have to save you from all three of them," she remarked casually, "I'm glad I was wrong."

 

"I'm a suffragette," Minako felt her heart pounding with excitement and fear as she wiped at her cheek, "we tend to be able to take care of ourselves."

 

"Indeed," the woman looked amused, her little black dress making her pale coloration even more bold. Dark black stockings disappeared under her skirt, a bit of gold flashing on her ears and the base of her neck. Her gentle gaze fell on the ribbon that Minako had braided into her golden hair and the young woman smiled a bit more, reaching out to touch it even as the light revealed a similar ribbon holding the hair away from her face.

 

"I...." Minako trailed off, entranced by those eyes meeting her own.

 

"You're hurt," pale fingers touched her still bloody cheek, then unconsciously she brought her scarlet fingers to her lips, tongue flickering out to clean them. Shaking herself the young lady drew a cloth from her clothes and carefully cleaned Minako's cheek, her touch surprisingly delicate.

 

Minako's cheeks flamed as the lady stood so very close to her, a familiar scent wafted from the other woman, the very same one that had been carried by the flowers that Minako had received for every night the past week. "Who are you?" Minako finally asked her softly, the mists swirling around the two of them.

 

"I'm sorry, I should have said earlier," she nodded her head gravely as she softly said, "my name is Hotaru Tomoe." She gestured with a graceful formally, "I think you were on your way home. I'll accompany you, if you wish?"

 

Minako didn't hesitate at all, "I'd like that." They set off down the street together, the slightly taller Minako following Hotaru. She smiled slightly, "Thank you for the flowers, by the way."

 

Hotaru's cheeks colored slightly, barely a flicker of red on that pale flesh. "I hope you weren't too disappointed they were from a woman," she said softly.

 

"No, not at all," Minako realized she was being entirely honest. There was something about this strange young woman that drew her in, a sense of both caring... and danger.

 

"I'm glad," Hotaru murmured.

 

Passing beneath a street light Minako got a good look at her, taking in the unlined features of her face, the exposed skin of her arms entirely unmarked. There was no gentle rise and fall of the small breasts, no parting of lips for a breath, and she felt a sudden chill. "What are you?" Minako asked in a breathless whisper.

 

Hotaru turned as the mists seemed to enfold them, her eyes nearly glowing in the night. "I had hoped I could be gentle," she murmured as her hair flowed like a cape around her, "that for once things could be different for me."

 

Minako felt herself moving backward, the wet cobblestones slippery beneath her feet. Her back hit a wall, her legs shaking slightly. "What are you doing....?" she asked.

 

Hotaru seemed to disappear, then she reappeared right in front of Minako, moving with a utterly inhuman speed. Teeth as long as fangs gleamed as she pressed Minako against the wall, a hunger burning in her eyes, With a surprising gentleness she drew down the cloth at Minako's throat, the pink skin bursting with life and vitality.

 

"Please," Minako whimpered, surprised at how excited she found herself, terror and something else blending to make her blood race.

 

A kiss first, warm mouth pressing to hotter skin, then the rasping of a cat like tongue up against Minako's sweet tasting flesh. "So good," Hotaru softly murmured, voice heady like one who was drunk on the finest wine.

 

Minako cried out as the fangs struck deep, piercing the skin of her neck, but it was a cry of pleasure as much as it was pain. Skilled fingers had quested beneath petticoats and bloomers to find her wet and ready, despite the fear, and even as her blood swiftly flowed into Hotaru's mouth her pleasure flowed elsewhere.

 

Hotaru held the shuddering, crying woman to her with a surprising show of strength, slipping her fingers free as she pulled the woman up to ride her thigh. Wetness squished against her stockings as she released Minako's neck, pulling her down into a passionate kiss, striving to give her as much pleasure as she could. Tears stung Hotaru's eyes as they moved together wildly, her own passion rising almost uncontrollably.

 

Finally letting her go Hotaru stepped back, a bitter regret at her own impatience filling her. Resolutely she left Minako leaning up against the wall, turning to walk away as Hotaru whispered to her, "I'm sorry."

 

Fighting off her sudden exhaustion Minako reached out, grasping Hotaru's arm and refusing to let go. Meeting the other woman's glance Minako fought to keep her voice steady as she said, "A gentleman doesn't kiss and run, I think."

 

"I'm not a gentleman," Hotaru murmured, a bit of blood still sticking around her mouth, wondering what this beauty wanted.

 

Thinking of her sudden, wanton lust Minako murmured, "And I'm no lady, I think." She took a breath, "I don't want you to go."

 

"I'm not...," Hotaru hesitated, then made herself say, "not human, Minako. I'll hurt you."

 

"I don't care."

 

"All right," Hotaru met that stubborn gaze, feeling something beyond the simple desire that had held her before, "for now."

 

End.

 

Author's Note: this was inspired by a conversation on the Starsinlove yahoo group, talking about whom would be the top in the Minako/Hotaru relationship. The general feeling was Minako would be, and it started certain ideas rattling around in my head. Historical details in this fic may be off, so please let me know so I can make any needed changes.