Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Series ❯ Some peace with no peace of mind ( Chapter 14 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The charicters of the anime "Sailor Moon" do not belong to me and are borrowed from the anime of the same name, and are designed and rightly owned by Naoko Takeuchi.

I still own....
"The Assailant/Entity"
"The Thug/Creature"

“Speech”
(Thought)

Chapter 14
"Some peace with no peace of mind"

The next morning was not to bad. The thug was still asleep on the small couch. Probably dreaming of being in the mountains in a hot-tub with a set of twin blond sisters.
The other guy walked out of the shower with a towel around his waist. He looked down at him as he continued sleeping.
(Hmm, I wonder how can I fuck-up his little dream?) However after a few seconds of thinking about it, he got bored and started on breakfast.
Since last night, both of their wounds had healed with no scars. As if nothing had happened the day before. The small apartment room, smelled of oil, chemical solvents, and dried blood, creating a sickly nauseating sent. It wouldn't have been so bad if either one of the two would have botherd to opened a window
His first deal was the fridge, but since last night, their was nearly nothing left. Their was still plenty of coffee.
“Well-well, my day is starting out just dandy.”


Mamoru's apartment:
Amy was eating breakfast, she was eating a lot too. Since last night after her shower, she had been eating nearly non-stop.
Everything she needed was stocked in the fridge, and pantry.
It was funny, she never knew she was as good at cooking as she was now. She first found a pack of ground-pork meat, and grilled it. Didn't even bother fixing it as a sandwich. An unopened bag of chocolate cookies pretty much vanished as soon as she opened the bag. One item after another from the fridge, to the stove, and in her mouth she ate and ate.
Now it was morning. She was eating pancakes... lots of them. Why was she so hungry? Her friend Usagi never ate this much, and if she did, it was never in one sitting.
A bottle of wine caught her attention. She had drank wine on a few special occoasions, but in an out-of-body mechanical motion, she opened it, and drank it dry. Not even slightly drunk, her vision was clear, her thoughts were sharp.
"Ami?" She heard from behind, and turned her head.

"Morning, Usagi. Sleep well?"

"Yeah, but I guess I should ask you that. Did you get any sleep last night?"

"You know the funny thing is, I took the shower, and I tried to go to sleep and I just couldn't think of anything else other than to eat. I mean look at this." Amy pointed at the used dishes and cardboard remains in front, and beside her.

"You ate all this since last night?"

"Yeah. Go figure." Amy said with humor.


The Assailants Apartment:
Last night they fed, and regained their strength, but it didn't change the fact they were out of food. The Assailant did alot of the shopping so this time the other guy did the shopping.
While he was at the store, he could make a phone call.
The apartment was a slight mess. But the most chilling thing was the weapons and ammunition splayed out on the small floor table before him. Since yeasterday both of them lost three of their weapons. A MAC-10 machine-pistol, A .45 pistol, and a AK-47. It wasn't too bad however. Nothing that couldn't be replaced at his convience. The TV reported the news of yesterdays actions constantly played over and over again. The only thing that made him remotly mad was the reporters kept suggesting that he was a part of a large criminal syndicate. But, what they didn't have was a positve picture of his face. As long as they didn't have that, they had nothing.
The firepower before him was no laughing matter. Two glock pistols, another two .38 caliber revolvers, three more AK's, The sawed-off-shotgun he used while in Usagi's parents house, the shotgun he used yesterday, his partners shot-pistol, and two 30 caliber M-1 carbines.
And even if he ever ran out of all this firepower, he could always go to the Russian gun-runners as they made their way to Alaska, Canada, and south through the Americas.
Most of the apartment dwellers were at work, the few that remained were the retired elderly, and children with their mothers. So he could pretty much talk on the phone whenever he wanted and noone would care to listen in to what he'd be saying.
With the phone between his ear and shoulder, he dialed a number.
...."Hi it's me." He said to the person on the other end of the line.
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"Yeah, I'm still in Japan. So how's everyone back home?"
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"No, things are okay, but.. we do have a problem all the same."
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"No we're not in jail. What do you take me for?"
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"Well, it's kindda hard to explane, cause' I don't know all the details either."
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"No, he's at the store."
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"Well what I'd want is, for you guys to head over here, and help us finish up here."
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"No, Tsukino won't be a problem."
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"Because no matter what she's capible of, it still boils down to the fact she's only a little girl, with half a working brain-cell."
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"Hell-no. At lest more than half of them are layed up in a hospital."
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"Well, I'd say... ten. And of coarse the more, the better."
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"Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem."
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"Yeah, awesome. See you in a few days." And with that, he hung up the phone, and layed his back aginst the wall. He looked from side-to-side at the interior of the apartment, as if evaluating the room for the first time.

[knock-knock-knock]
"Mr. McGuffin? Uhh, are you home?" Came the voice of the landlord from beyond the front door. This was odd, no one ever came to their room, let alone her. He hadn't been blasting the music loudly enough to get any complants.

"What?"

"Uhh, I hope I'm not interupting, but my I come in?"
Of coarse, she had to arrive when all the metal was layed out.

"Sure, give me a sec though. I just out out of the shower. Let me get dressed." He lied with such ease, it could confuse a polygraph machine, even his last name was a lie. It would also give him the time he needed to put the hardware away.
One piece at a time with calm hands. The guns went back inside the storage box, and latched shut. The Ammo was dumped into a green tin box and latched shut as well.
Most of the time she came to his room, was always for some piece of work around the place. It wasn't bad, the trade off was she'd take off ten percent off the month's rent after so many odd jobs were done.

{Elsewhere in Tokyo}
Later that day. Amy, Usagi and Mamoru went out togeather. Mamoru however didn't join because he loved being with Usagi...
The three of them walked togeather at pace with Amy, which she lead them into a market.
"Why are we here?" Mamoru asked cautiously.

"Because I raided your whole kitchen, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to restock it. That and I'm kindda hungry."

"But you just ate enough food to feed a small army."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Amy, I think he means, how can you be still hungry." Said Usagi.

"Well, I can't help it." Amy stroled down the isle's, but she wasn't buying the usuall items she usually did. She made a bee-line to the meat-section in the back of the store.
She wasn't a person who ate alot of meat, but she practically filled the shopping-cart a fourth full. Ten-thick-18oz-half-inch steaks, Seven bags of frozen chicken, a package of a 40oz slab of cut bacon, a wraped package of a pork shoulder, a 6 pound pack of ground meat.
Over at another isle she grabbed five loaves of garlic-bread. Not the pre-sliced bread loaves, but the fresh-out-of-the-oven kind.
She found herself walking in the liquor isle. This was definitly unlike her. Even more so she realised her hand had grabbed a 12pack of beer.
(What am I doing?) She though slowly, as she put the pack back down. Did she black-out? She remembered putting the meat and bread products in, but their were items in her basket she didn't remember putting in there. She saw a bag of potatoes, 3 boxes of cake-mix, 7 cans of cake frosting, and about 4 dozen candy bars. She scratched her head briefly. Moments later after paying for all the grocery items and walked back home.
Back in Mamoru's apartment Amy was busy in the kitchen fixing what could be concidered a late lunch.
Mamoru watched her with distrust from the corner of his eyes, as Amy wreaklessly threw handfull of sliced meats on the stove-top grill-pan with heated oil and butter. Another pan quickly fried five eggs, as she picked up a strip of bacon and ate it fresh off the hot pan.
She nearly lost control of a pool of saliva built up in her mouth when she opened it. If felt so strange to cook like this, but as if she had done it before. She smiled uncontrolably for a moment and reached into the market bag for a candy-bar.

"Amy?" Usagi questioned.

"Hmm?" Amy answered.

"...Is all that really good for you?"

"I don't know, but ya know I gotta say, I haven't felt this good in a while."
Usagi smiled with concern, and a little sad.


Later that night, the Thug roamed the neon-lit-streets aimlessly. He passed police officers almost mockingly. Twenty hours ago he was traiding bullets with them, and now he just walked pass them.
Yesterday's fight took more out of him than he thought it wasn't by much, but still more than usual.
But that was old news.
He found the Japanese-culture fasinating, their was nothing like it where he came from. The way people dressed themselves, either compleatly bland, or loudly.
The way people walked: in groups they would limit their attention to their immedite space, however when alone they would do something he could only define as spacing out. He once even read an entire newspaper page while looking over someones' shoulder, and not once did he try to do anything about it. Back home he would've been tolled-off at, or been tolled to fuck-off.
The novilty of vending-machines that didn't just supply snacks, or soda never ended for him. The one he was looking at supplied dress-shirts and ties, the next one over supplied pants and underwear.
Around the corner another vending machine dispenced dehydrated flavored noodles and hot water.
Aside from the occasional soda, he like the idea of going into a store and doing the shopping by hand, and paying for it to a cashier. It felt normal to him.
Every person, young and old, he passed by had thier ear practicly glued to their cell-phone, or others would keep thier eyes fixed on little PDA type devices.
He passed by an electronics store with large flat-screen TV's on display. Naturally they were still showing yesterday's fight between the Sailor-Scouts, and the local Police against the two armed men. The news reporter yammered on and on about things he didn't know a thing about. He actually couldn't give the reporter to much guff, it wasn't his fault, he didn't know.
Contray to what the reporter said, he didin't carry a gun with him everywhere he went. He acutally never had to. Even the local criminal element didn't do what they just did.
The Yakuza for example would pressure local bussness for payments to prevent their own members from commiting crimes in that area.
(Oh-well. Not my problem) He thought.

At Mamoru's apartment. The three of them prepaired to turn in for the night. If their was one thing that really got under Mamoru's skin, it was the fact Amy was going to be sleeping in his living-room. Only a thin wooden door seperated Himself, and Usagi from Amy.
His fear was, if Amy was really as fierce and strong as the two armed men...
(No, not men... monsters.)
Usagi was fast asleep in his bed, but he was still awake. Too mad to go to sleep, too afraid to want to go to sleep.

Amy in the next room setteled down on the roll-out futon on the floor. She also took the liberty into useing as many pillows as she could find for herself. As she laid on the floor, she flexed her joints in one way, then another. Gratifying popping sounds came from herself, she twisted her back, then her neck, and was rewarded with sensations as she could only describe as...
(Heavenly.)
With that last thought, her muscles relaxed, she could feel her heart slowing down. Like an old factory shutting down, after years of servace.
Silence all around her. She closed her eyes, and with the stedy rythem of her breathing, fell asleep.

To Be Continued
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Referance Check-What freaking cool movie, staring Jean Reno is under the allis of Mr.McGuffin?
It's just such a cool movie I had to make a little hint at it.

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