Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Awakening ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: battie1891 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.03.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 153 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.03.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 153 | Status: Work In Progress
Well folks… seems that the owner of Sailor moon has yet to see it my way and I 'still' don't own Sailor moon.. Quite unfair isn't it? ^_^ Enjoy the new chap and flood me with love and devotion please :D.
The Awakening
By battie
Chapter Three
I cautiously cracked my eyelids, wincing at the shaft of pain that the light caused me. I closed my eyes once more and tried to remember where the hell I was and how the hell I'd gotten here.
The only thing that I could remember clearly was going over to Seiya's apartment to give him the papers I'd printed out for him. Then….. Hmm… what a minute. I seem to remember a dude with long brown hair pointing a piece of wood at me.. What the hell had he done? Knocked me out with it?
In the middle of my contemplation I heard a small cough and a bit of murmuring. Opening my eyes I looked quickly around the room I was in, trying to find the source of the noise. It didn't take long. It was a small room and the bed I was in took a quarter of the corner. Two boys stood by the only door, seemingly guarding it from unwanted entrance. Or, guessing by the chain that just rattled suspiciously above me, they could be guarding someone from getting out.
Which left me only one explanation. Since I was the only one in the room currently, and tied up at that, I must be what they were supposed to keep in. I took stock of my surroundings. Curious. I seemed to be in a barren, 'cold', stone room…. Stuck in the middle of a large feather bed, with only a thin sheet to keep me warm.. And… was that .. Had they taken my damn clothes off?? Well, that sucked. I was naked and chained up. Wait.. Make that I was half naked and chained up. Seemed that I could feel a thin pair of pants on me. Made one wonder what my immediate future contained.
I looked up at the chain to take my mind off of the possibilities and found that it quite effectively bound me to the iron headboard by my wrists. Seemed I wouldn't be able to escape any lustful captors… lets just hope they were cute. I pulled at them for good measure, it did seem to make me feel as if I was at least doing something, and felt a pricking sensation in my arm.
I'd been kidnapped by psycho doctors. Why else would I have an IV bag of funky looking brown liquid flowing into me? I didn't care to try and guess what that liquid contained. The possibilities made me feel a bit squeamish.
The murmuring had gotten a bit more lively so I looked towards the door. They were staring at me…. Why would they be staring at me? Other than the fact that I'm a prisoner? Hmm…. It was a bit cold…. Maybe I was pointing? You know how young males are these days. Act as if they've never seen a girl point before. I looked down to make sure.
Well… it had gotten worse than pointing. Seems that my jostling had made my lovely little sheet slid down a bit and now my lovely babies were bared for the world to see. I scowled at them and stared back defiantly.
They were bedecked in cobalt blue tunics, tight, and I mean tight, black pants, and lovely silver armor. Their sword belts were plain leather and housed the prettiest swords I'd ever seen. The hilts were gold gilt silver, overflowing with realistic vines that came down to act as a shield over the hand. They were broadswords. The armor was light. Consisting of gauntlets and shin protectors. Both of them were good looking in their own way but the taller one far outshone the shorter guard. While he had curly golden blond hair, golden brown eyes, and deeply tanned skin; the other was leaner, with soft brown hair that fell into his eyes, gentle green eyes, and a pale complexion. At least I had nicknames for them now. Lion and Mouse. Sometimes I amused myself immensely.
They'd stopped staring during my inspection and had turned their backs on me, murmuring in a quieter tone now.
Well, they were certainly rude. I tried clearing my throat loudly to catch their attention but was rewarded with silence. I'd have to try another tactic.
"Excuse me….. Uhhh…. Hello? Anybody home over there?"
Once again I was ignored. I muttered to myself in a loud voice, hoping to at least piss them off.
"Jeez…. Rude ass people… don't even have the damn decency to acknowledge someone nowadays… what's the world coming to? We're being over run by jackasses that's what…"
A slight scowl on the face of Lion was all the knowledge I'd needed. I'd started to fear that I was in a foreign country or something. That they didn't even speak English here.
I looked back up at the chain that bound me and started to pull on it absentmindedly. After a few seconds of it I concentrated, intent on identifying the alloy of the metal, and was startled to find a slight dent in the bars beneath my chains.
Okay.. Either I was crazy, which wasn't very hard to imagine, or I'd just dented the damn bars above me. To give the benefit of the doubt I decided to test it to make sure.
Eyeing the guards to make sure they weren't paying attention I paused for a moment. If it didn't work I'd only have sore wrists and a pair of perplexed guards.. No biggie.
I put all the weight that I could into the pull and held it for a few seconds. I ignored the pain I started to feel and just tried harder. I wanted this to work. At the slight trickle sensation I looked up, still pulling, and watched small streaks of crimson make their way down my arms. Not a good place to start bleeding but what the hell. I'm sure my captors didn't want me died. They'd fix me up. The chain finally did start to give little by little. Enough to allow me to wrap the extra length around my hands and to have more leverage to pull with. Though my grip had been made slippery by blood I decided to just give it my all and yank.
I arched my back sharply and yanked forward with all my might, making a motion as if I were trying to sit up. My back and shoulder muscles screamed protest but finally, thank the gods, the bars snapped audibly, leaving me to almost bend completely at the waist with momentum. The IV had also painfully ripped from my inner elbow. I'd worry about that later though.
Mouse and Lion swung around, eyes wide. I jumped from the bed quick as lightning, grabbing the bar at the end of my chain (bent as it was) and used it to pound some 'politeness' into the small guards skull. With him down it was only me and the Lion.
A soft swish told me that he'd drawn his sword. The guards had apparently not been informed of any 'no maiming' rules about captives. Damn. That 'really' sucked.
I swung around, breasts jiggling in an embarrassing way, and crouched in a defensive position.
I sized him up and hoped that my new 'skills' went on to improve my fighting. I was gonna need all the help I could get. Dirty fighting was always a good thing though, right? I grinned up at him as an idea struck me. Which, I don't think he liked. He grunted ferociously at me and charged at me, sword pointed outward to skewer me
I brought the bar from my left chain up, as if to parry, and waited until he was well into the move before bringing my right chain around to swing and knock his legs from beneath him. He hit the floor with a resounding thud and tried to roll away from me. I wasn't going to have any of that though, I hopped forward and landed on top of him, grinning stupidly as all of his air whooshed out of him.
"That was fun. Don't you think so?"
From the glare, and the hands coming at me, I gathered that it hadn't been for him. Ah well, can't please everyone can you? I grabbed the flying wrists, one in each hand, and placed them under both my knees, using my weight to hold them down. He started to buck violently, almost dislodging me once… and causing me to have to tap him lightly on the chin. Well, maybe not 'too' lightly. He was looking a bit stunned there.
Always nice to have a senseless stud beneath you. I used his listlessness to lean off him and grab at a rope that seemed to be hanging uselessly from the bed post. With that I tied first one wrist and then the other, attaching the finished product to the same bedpost I'd stolen it from.
By the time I looked down again I saw that he seemed to be coming out of his dazed state enough to notice that I'd tied him up… and that he was helpless.
"Now, you wouldn't happen to have a pair of keys for these chains would you? Hmm? Not gonna say anything?"
Uncooperative, that's what he was. A captive person should be more than willing to help a person out, right? Not in this would anyway ~_~;.
Now… what is the perfect way to torture a guy and get all the info you need? That wasn't too hard. Sex is best. Or.. What they think is sex anyway. And I was conveniently topless. It was perfect.
Grabbing his tunic, which I just realized was silk, I dragged it up until it bunched nicely beneath his pits. So doing I stretched out, pressing my breasts against the nicely warmed chest, and scooted until my face was even with his.
"You know... I'm really a very nice person. I don't know 'why' you wouldn't want to give me those keys."
His eyes widened fractionally for a second before he resumed his hard one passive expression. I guess I'd actually have to work for this one after all. I do so 'hate' to have to work.
Pressing my mouth to his unyielding one I leisurely trailed my hand done his chest until it rested it the top of his pants, where I let my fingers idly play with the strings that kept the front closed. He'd still not blinked an eyelash at my ministrations. Talk about ingratitude. Here I was trying to please him, even if I did have a motive in mind, and he wasn't even responding. What's a girl to do? I'll tell you.
I lifted my face and body a fraction and looked down the length of him to the tightly knotted laces at his front. I hated to take the time to unlace them so when I spotted a knife at his belt I grabbed it and gingerly sliced the tough leather laces.
They parted slowly, making the boy under me shift slightly, and I wasted no further time. I brought my hand down and opened them up completely.
Tickling him playfully under his belly button for a second I laughed when he squirmed uncomfortably. He had to be old enough that he knew what I was about to do. Even if he wasn't he was definitely about to learn a little about the facts of life.
Taking the final plunge, so to speak, I curled my hand around him, with enough pressure to make him gasp, and moved my hand up and down experimentally a few times.
He bucked upward hard enough to almost make me lose my balance. His mouth had opened on a gasp when I took advantage of it. Sealing my lips over his I plunged my tongue into the warm depth of his mouth. Stabbing is tongue playfully with my own I attempted to get him to join in. After stopping my hand movements he gained just enough wits about him to take up the play I'd started. He seemed to be pretty good at it. Better than my last experience at any rate.
After a few moments of this pulled back and nipped lightly at his lower lip, running my tongue across his one last time before sitting up and grinding my clothed groin lightly against his.
He presented a very nice package, strewn across the floor with his lightly puffed lips and heaving chest. Alas, I couldn't do more than question him one last time about the keys.
I'd obviously hadn't done 'that' good a job. He just turned his pinkened face away from mine and stared fixedly at the far wall.
I got up, used Lion's knife to cut the slack from the rope binding him, and walked over towards the now stirring Mouse. Once there I bound the small boy up and dragged him bodily over to the same bedpost that Lion was occupying. His eye's widened questionably at Lions disarray and I grinned at him, leering for good affect. He didn't struggle much after that.
Staring at him I noticed that he was just about my size. Which was good. After I'd searched him, found a pair of keys that unlocked my cuffs (starring at Lion in reproof the whole time I undid them) I started to methodically strip the boy.
He squeaked slightly but quieted down when I only took his outer clothing. That seemed to calm him for some reason. He must have been convinced that I'd ravish him.
Stripping my pants, not looking at my audience, I quickly pulled the new clothes on and stalked over to the bed to grab the top sheet. I cut just enough off to make three strips and then cut two bulky squares from what was left. The big squares were used to stuff in the captive's mouth's and the strips used to secure them. The final strip I used to bind my hair back.
The final step was to strap on the armor and sword, and then steal one of the cloaks that rested on a peg near the door. That would keep anyone from noticing me.. Hopefully.
I took what was left of the sheet and covered the embarrassed Lion with it. No need to humiliate him, right? Even I had 'some' mercy. Not much, but some. I waved to him on my way out the door and winked for good measure. He was 'so' cute. Too bad he was the enemy.
Once out I took a left and hurried down the corridor, praying that I'd have at least a good twenty minutes before the alarm was sounded. That would give me enough time to get away from the 'scene' at least. I watched my surroundings as I went and was mildly surprised at the oddness of it all. While most of the building around me looked like a medieval castle there were oddities around like, for instance, electric seeming lights and devices. Very odd indeed.
I started to think about my situation at hand and had been convinced that it definitely had something to do with Seiya. Had to have something to do with him and his friend. It was the only explanation.
I'd gotten down the first corridor and was making my way down a second one when I spotted a very familiar shape coming towards me.
'Speak of the devil.'
As we meet up there was a convenient dark doorway to shove him into. I slammed the door shut behind me, shoved him to the floor, and got a kick In for good measure... Just to keep him on the floor of course.
"Hey! What the hell do you think your doing? I could get you in serious trouble for this!"
"I think it's 'you' that's about to get in big trouble, Seiya my boy." I threw my hood back for explanation and plunged ahead. "Surprise you? As the saying goes, 'payback's a bitch'. Now before I do anything I may regret I want to know three things. Where am I, why am I here, and what the fuck do you have to do with it all."
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The Awakening
By battie
Chapter Three
I cautiously cracked my eyelids, wincing at the shaft of pain that the light caused me. I closed my eyes once more and tried to remember where the hell I was and how the hell I'd gotten here.
The only thing that I could remember clearly was going over to Seiya's apartment to give him the papers I'd printed out for him. Then….. Hmm… what a minute. I seem to remember a dude with long brown hair pointing a piece of wood at me.. What the hell had he done? Knocked me out with it?
In the middle of my contemplation I heard a small cough and a bit of murmuring. Opening my eyes I looked quickly around the room I was in, trying to find the source of the noise. It didn't take long. It was a small room and the bed I was in took a quarter of the corner. Two boys stood by the only door, seemingly guarding it from unwanted entrance. Or, guessing by the chain that just rattled suspiciously above me, they could be guarding someone from getting out.
Which left me only one explanation. Since I was the only one in the room currently, and tied up at that, I must be what they were supposed to keep in. I took stock of my surroundings. Curious. I seemed to be in a barren, 'cold', stone room…. Stuck in the middle of a large feather bed, with only a thin sheet to keep me warm.. And… was that .. Had they taken my damn clothes off?? Well, that sucked. I was naked and chained up. Wait.. Make that I was half naked and chained up. Seemed that I could feel a thin pair of pants on me. Made one wonder what my immediate future contained.
I looked up at the chain to take my mind off of the possibilities and found that it quite effectively bound me to the iron headboard by my wrists. Seemed I wouldn't be able to escape any lustful captors… lets just hope they were cute. I pulled at them for good measure, it did seem to make me feel as if I was at least doing something, and felt a pricking sensation in my arm.
I'd been kidnapped by psycho doctors. Why else would I have an IV bag of funky looking brown liquid flowing into me? I didn't care to try and guess what that liquid contained. The possibilities made me feel a bit squeamish.
The murmuring had gotten a bit more lively so I looked towards the door. They were staring at me…. Why would they be staring at me? Other than the fact that I'm a prisoner? Hmm…. It was a bit cold…. Maybe I was pointing? You know how young males are these days. Act as if they've never seen a girl point before. I looked down to make sure.
Well… it had gotten worse than pointing. Seems that my jostling had made my lovely little sheet slid down a bit and now my lovely babies were bared for the world to see. I scowled at them and stared back defiantly.
They were bedecked in cobalt blue tunics, tight, and I mean tight, black pants, and lovely silver armor. Their sword belts were plain leather and housed the prettiest swords I'd ever seen. The hilts were gold gilt silver, overflowing with realistic vines that came down to act as a shield over the hand. They were broadswords. The armor was light. Consisting of gauntlets and shin protectors. Both of them were good looking in their own way but the taller one far outshone the shorter guard. While he had curly golden blond hair, golden brown eyes, and deeply tanned skin; the other was leaner, with soft brown hair that fell into his eyes, gentle green eyes, and a pale complexion. At least I had nicknames for them now. Lion and Mouse. Sometimes I amused myself immensely.
They'd stopped staring during my inspection and had turned their backs on me, murmuring in a quieter tone now.
Well, they were certainly rude. I tried clearing my throat loudly to catch their attention but was rewarded with silence. I'd have to try another tactic.
"Excuse me….. Uhhh…. Hello? Anybody home over there?"
Once again I was ignored. I muttered to myself in a loud voice, hoping to at least piss them off.
"Jeez…. Rude ass people… don't even have the damn decency to acknowledge someone nowadays… what's the world coming to? We're being over run by jackasses that's what…"
A slight scowl on the face of Lion was all the knowledge I'd needed. I'd started to fear that I was in a foreign country or something. That they didn't even speak English here.
I looked back up at the chain that bound me and started to pull on it absentmindedly. After a few seconds of it I concentrated, intent on identifying the alloy of the metal, and was startled to find a slight dent in the bars beneath my chains.
Okay.. Either I was crazy, which wasn't very hard to imagine, or I'd just dented the damn bars above me. To give the benefit of the doubt I decided to test it to make sure.
Eyeing the guards to make sure they weren't paying attention I paused for a moment. If it didn't work I'd only have sore wrists and a pair of perplexed guards.. No biggie.
I put all the weight that I could into the pull and held it for a few seconds. I ignored the pain I started to feel and just tried harder. I wanted this to work. At the slight trickle sensation I looked up, still pulling, and watched small streaks of crimson make their way down my arms. Not a good place to start bleeding but what the hell. I'm sure my captors didn't want me died. They'd fix me up. The chain finally did start to give little by little. Enough to allow me to wrap the extra length around my hands and to have more leverage to pull with. Though my grip had been made slippery by blood I decided to just give it my all and yank.
I arched my back sharply and yanked forward with all my might, making a motion as if I were trying to sit up. My back and shoulder muscles screamed protest but finally, thank the gods, the bars snapped audibly, leaving me to almost bend completely at the waist with momentum. The IV had also painfully ripped from my inner elbow. I'd worry about that later though.
Mouse and Lion swung around, eyes wide. I jumped from the bed quick as lightning, grabbing the bar at the end of my chain (bent as it was) and used it to pound some 'politeness' into the small guards skull. With him down it was only me and the Lion.
A soft swish told me that he'd drawn his sword. The guards had apparently not been informed of any 'no maiming' rules about captives. Damn. That 'really' sucked.
I swung around, breasts jiggling in an embarrassing way, and crouched in a defensive position.
I sized him up and hoped that my new 'skills' went on to improve my fighting. I was gonna need all the help I could get. Dirty fighting was always a good thing though, right? I grinned up at him as an idea struck me. Which, I don't think he liked. He grunted ferociously at me and charged at me, sword pointed outward to skewer me
I brought the bar from my left chain up, as if to parry, and waited until he was well into the move before bringing my right chain around to swing and knock his legs from beneath him. He hit the floor with a resounding thud and tried to roll away from me. I wasn't going to have any of that though, I hopped forward and landed on top of him, grinning stupidly as all of his air whooshed out of him.
"That was fun. Don't you think so?"
From the glare, and the hands coming at me, I gathered that it hadn't been for him. Ah well, can't please everyone can you? I grabbed the flying wrists, one in each hand, and placed them under both my knees, using my weight to hold them down. He started to buck violently, almost dislodging me once… and causing me to have to tap him lightly on the chin. Well, maybe not 'too' lightly. He was looking a bit stunned there.
Always nice to have a senseless stud beneath you. I used his listlessness to lean off him and grab at a rope that seemed to be hanging uselessly from the bed post. With that I tied first one wrist and then the other, attaching the finished product to the same bedpost I'd stolen it from.
By the time I looked down again I saw that he seemed to be coming out of his dazed state enough to notice that I'd tied him up… and that he was helpless.
"Now, you wouldn't happen to have a pair of keys for these chains would you? Hmm? Not gonna say anything?"
Uncooperative, that's what he was. A captive person should be more than willing to help a person out, right? Not in this would anyway ~_~;.
Now… what is the perfect way to torture a guy and get all the info you need? That wasn't too hard. Sex is best. Or.. What they think is sex anyway. And I was conveniently topless. It was perfect.
Grabbing his tunic, which I just realized was silk, I dragged it up until it bunched nicely beneath his pits. So doing I stretched out, pressing my breasts against the nicely warmed chest, and scooted until my face was even with his.
"You know... I'm really a very nice person. I don't know 'why' you wouldn't want to give me those keys."
His eyes widened fractionally for a second before he resumed his hard one passive expression. I guess I'd actually have to work for this one after all. I do so 'hate' to have to work.
Pressing my mouth to his unyielding one I leisurely trailed my hand done his chest until it rested it the top of his pants, where I let my fingers idly play with the strings that kept the front closed. He'd still not blinked an eyelash at my ministrations. Talk about ingratitude. Here I was trying to please him, even if I did have a motive in mind, and he wasn't even responding. What's a girl to do? I'll tell you.
I lifted my face and body a fraction and looked down the length of him to the tightly knotted laces at his front. I hated to take the time to unlace them so when I spotted a knife at his belt I grabbed it and gingerly sliced the tough leather laces.
They parted slowly, making the boy under me shift slightly, and I wasted no further time. I brought my hand down and opened them up completely.
Tickling him playfully under his belly button for a second I laughed when he squirmed uncomfortably. He had to be old enough that he knew what I was about to do. Even if he wasn't he was definitely about to learn a little about the facts of life.
Taking the final plunge, so to speak, I curled my hand around him, with enough pressure to make him gasp, and moved my hand up and down experimentally a few times.
He bucked upward hard enough to almost make me lose my balance. His mouth had opened on a gasp when I took advantage of it. Sealing my lips over his I plunged my tongue into the warm depth of his mouth. Stabbing is tongue playfully with my own I attempted to get him to join in. After stopping my hand movements he gained just enough wits about him to take up the play I'd started. He seemed to be pretty good at it. Better than my last experience at any rate.
After a few moments of this pulled back and nipped lightly at his lower lip, running my tongue across his one last time before sitting up and grinding my clothed groin lightly against his.
He presented a very nice package, strewn across the floor with his lightly puffed lips and heaving chest. Alas, I couldn't do more than question him one last time about the keys.
I'd obviously hadn't done 'that' good a job. He just turned his pinkened face away from mine and stared fixedly at the far wall.
I got up, used Lion's knife to cut the slack from the rope binding him, and walked over towards the now stirring Mouse. Once there I bound the small boy up and dragged him bodily over to the same bedpost that Lion was occupying. His eye's widened questionably at Lions disarray and I grinned at him, leering for good affect. He didn't struggle much after that.
Staring at him I noticed that he was just about my size. Which was good. After I'd searched him, found a pair of keys that unlocked my cuffs (starring at Lion in reproof the whole time I undid them) I started to methodically strip the boy.
He squeaked slightly but quieted down when I only took his outer clothing. That seemed to calm him for some reason. He must have been convinced that I'd ravish him.
Stripping my pants, not looking at my audience, I quickly pulled the new clothes on and stalked over to the bed to grab the top sheet. I cut just enough off to make three strips and then cut two bulky squares from what was left. The big squares were used to stuff in the captive's mouth's and the strips used to secure them. The final strip I used to bind my hair back.
The final step was to strap on the armor and sword, and then steal one of the cloaks that rested on a peg near the door. That would keep anyone from noticing me.. Hopefully.
I took what was left of the sheet and covered the embarrassed Lion with it. No need to humiliate him, right? Even I had 'some' mercy. Not much, but some. I waved to him on my way out the door and winked for good measure. He was 'so' cute. Too bad he was the enemy.
Once out I took a left and hurried down the corridor, praying that I'd have at least a good twenty minutes before the alarm was sounded. That would give me enough time to get away from the 'scene' at least. I watched my surroundings as I went and was mildly surprised at the oddness of it all. While most of the building around me looked like a medieval castle there were oddities around like, for instance, electric seeming lights and devices. Very odd indeed.
I started to think about my situation at hand and had been convinced that it definitely had something to do with Seiya. Had to have something to do with him and his friend. It was the only explanation.
I'd gotten down the first corridor and was making my way down a second one when I spotted a very familiar shape coming towards me.
'Speak of the devil.'
As we meet up there was a convenient dark doorway to shove him into. I slammed the door shut behind me, shoved him to the floor, and got a kick In for good measure... Just to keep him on the floor of course.
"Hey! What the hell do you think your doing? I could get you in serious trouble for this!"
"I think it's 'you' that's about to get in big trouble, Seiya my boy." I threw my hood back for explanation and plunged ahead. "Surprise you? As the saying goes, 'payback's a bitch'. Now before I do anything I may regret I want to know three things. Where am I, why am I here, and what the fuck do you have to do with it all."
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^_^ hope u liked everything :D. I enjoyed writing about it lol. 'specially lion…. Anywho, email me w/comments or u could visit my site ^_^ *hint hint* http://www.geocities.com/battie1891/