Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Cold Love Twisted Love ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 9 )

Sapience: Heh, a little late, na? Sorry for that… But I'm making it up with this one, ne, ne? *hopeful look* I mean I started work on this one right after the last and am actually trying to finish this story while I still have inspiration for it… Actually I've only seen the series twice but only the last few episodes once… which means I get to go do research since I can't afford that last DVD right now -.- yay -.- so the plot might drag a bit this chapter but once I get the info I need it'll pick back up. I could use what I remember but it wouldn't be 100% accurate and for those that haven't seen WK that would be mean to give them false ideas ^^;; And sorry but Aya-chan makes a small appearance here. But she won't be so upbeat for awhile… yay I got kudos… thanks ^^ glad to hear you didn't have any woes last chapter. You can be a hard customer to satisfy but you're also the reviewer I listen to most… Hmm okay… I'll try to give Schuldich's view at least of their 'guest' but I'm not so sure of Crawford… he can be so insanely hard to write >_< honestly I'd rather write Farf than him -.-

2nd to Sapience: Sorry, you couldn't find my email because people tend to send viruses to me -.- or sign me up to hentai letters and such… evil people… so I only give it out to people I trust… and I didn't email you cause you're my favorite reviewer! You'd probably quit reviewing if you got the story sooner than it was posted, na? As for your search… sorry can't help you out. The only ones I know of are the ones in your favorites…

Ah, also thanks to D-chan for an idea of hers ^^ She's my torture coordinator. And be happy I went with this. She had suggested far worse but I have my limits *sweatdrops* besides I think this works well, na?

Chapter Eight:

Aya-chan awoke with a splitting headache. Her head was pounding and she could barely focus. Her eyes felt gritty as if sand had been rubbed against her eyeballs and her mouth was so dry she was half convinced she had swallowed a bag of cotton balls. She pulled her arms up to rub at her eyes but realized both appendages had been tied down. In fact from what she could make out from this room… it looked similar to another she had spent time in. But that place had been destroyed so… where was she? Her throat felt too dry to even form a word. Where was Ken? And why had Ikuko-mama drugged them?

She wasn't sure how much time had passed. But she didn't hear any sounds around her. In fact everything was dead quiet. The ceiling looked to be a hazy gray color but that could have been from her vision not focusing completely yet. "Ken-kun?" she whimpered and instantly winced for the action. She needed water or something to drink. This was close to unbearable and she was starting to get scared. This was reminding her of another time and she didn't want to remember it. It had taken awhile for her to stop waking up to nightmares after the incident.

And if this place did turn out to be what she remembered? Those bits and pieces of her memory that she had so desperately tried to bury… If this place was that then she had brought Ken into the pit of hell itself. She was worried for him but her eyes didn't want to focus right for her to look around for him. In fact she was almost certain he wasn't anywhere near by. Just where was he? 'Ken-kun…' the truth was… a truth she would never ever admit to her Niichan… the soccer player was starting to gain a foothold in her heart. She had a crush on him, she knew that. But… how many guys would have been so patient with her for lying to them as he was? He had even forgiven her for the hassle his hair had gone through. So she was desperately hoping that Ikuko-mama hadn't hurt him. That she had been after only Aya-chan and had left Ken-kun some place safe. She would be entirely responsible if anything happened to him and she was well aware of it. She'd never forgive herself for such a thing.

**

Schuldich had his feet propped up on the edge of the slick black table as his head lolled on the edge of the couch. The meeting hadn't gone very well. The gist of the matter was that their 'guest' wasn't too important now. They still wanted her of course, but Brad wasn't too happy over the offer. Besides Brad had commented that things could go horribly wrong if they handed over the blonde just yet. And it was all because some idiot had handed the other girl over to them like a giant gift.

Nagi hadn't been happy with his little stunt either. The younger assassin had been positively livid. But the boy had kept his mouth shut and hadn't told Brad. Schuldich was convinced that was probably because the boy was still ignorant of the girl stopping their powers. He probably believed the oracle knew everything already.

Schuldich smirked. The kid was still too green behind the ears. Sure he could actually carry out his duties every now and again but he still remembered the fit the kid had thrown during the whole Schrient affair. The boy seemed to be attracted to the pure innocent types. Perhaps that's why he had taken that sort of role with Farfarello's playmate. Though why Brad had left the little blonde in Farfarello's care was questionable as well. Was he really implying that she was safer with him than with Schuldich himself?

For a moment Schuldich allowed his self to remember that sweet stolen kiss and smirked. He wasn't interested in the little blonde romantically. He preferred his companions to know what he and they wanted. But it was enjoyable to slowly taint an innocent like her. She was like a stuffed mouse filled with catnip to a cat… he couldn't resist the game. Of course now that she was under Farfarello's care again there was little chance of him continuing his play from earlier. A pity really… he had wanted to check if she was truly a blonde or not.

**

Ken groaned as he awoke. He felt like someone had pounded his head with a hammer. It just wouldn't stop throbbing. Whatever drug the lady had used had been pretty potent. He should have been more alert but Aya-chan had seemed so relaxed… He sat up so fast he felt nauseous but quickly surveyed his surroundings.

Where was Aya-chan?

His surroundings looked way too bright. It was just a sea of pink and white fluffy bunny rabbits. A picture sat on the desk by his head and as he took a closer look at it he recognized the girl Aya-chan had been so concerned about. "Where am I?"

A soft meow greeted him and he craned his neck to see an odd white cat silently watching him. The blue eyes that were watching him sent a shiver down his back. That wasn't an ordinary cat… "Hello, neko," he greeted weakly. "You don't happen to know where Aya-chan is, do you? It's my fault if anything happened to her… And Aya-kun will gladly let me know that."

Artemis watched this stranger with wary eyes. He had been left behind in case the family heard anything about Usagi. Luna had insisted she stay with the girls as they waited for Mamoru's plane. So he had been left in charge, and what he saw… He had never expected it. This boy was lucky that Ikuko had dragged Shingo with her to take off with the girl they had knocked out. It gave him a chance to get the teenager out of there. Of course he didn't want to talk to this person. But that girl from before had known Usagi… so perhaps this guy would know something as well? It was worth a shot and Luna wasn't around to nag him. "You should get out of here while you have the chance."

Ken paused in his study of the room to stare at the cat again. Had it just…? No, talking cats didn't make much sense. Just what had that woman slipped into their drinks that he was seeing and hearing a talking cat? He rubbed his aching head and started to slip off the bed. "I guess this room belongs to that one girl…"

Artemis tensed at these words and hopped up on the guys' lap before he could completely get off the bed. "Listen, I'm not a dream or a figment of your imagination or anything silly like that. My name is Artemis, now do you know where Usagi-chan is?" he gestured with a paw as best as he could at the picture. "Her in that picture, your friend was looking for her, right?"

Ken started to wonder if maybe there had been something toxic in the perm he had undergone. It was entirely possible. The thing had smelled like they had used a skunk in his hair. In fact he could swear he could still smell the stench. Perhaps that was causing the delusions… But then again a talking cat wasn't too much of a stretch considering some of the things he had dealt with before. It couldn't hurt to talk to the thing, right? "My friend, where is she?"

Artemis was relieved that he had been answered. "I'm not sure…. Usagi's mother took off with her and she forced Shingo to go with her because she couldn't lift her by herself. I don't know why they took her or why she drugged both of you. But if you know where Usagi-chan is you have to tell me. Everyone's been searching for her since she vanished."

Ken felt he wasn't getting anywhere and sighed. "You have no idea where that could have taken her? I was supposed to watch out for her… Aya-kun isn't going to be happy about this. So… Artemis, will you help me find her? I think I might know about your missing girl if you help me with mine." Though he was in fact talking to the cat he still couldn't believe it. But if this hallucination could provide him with an answer to where Aya-chan was, he'd follow it.

Artemis thought about it for a moment. He hadn't told this stranger about the odd letter he had seen Ikuko with earlier just yet. He'd have to earn his trust first, and besides he wasn't sure what had happened to the thing. Ikuko had probably buried it away somewhere in a box full of bills… But if this person knew where Usagi-chan was… The idea of one-upping Luna and finding their missing princess before her was almost too good to be true. Finally she'd have to stop picking on him. Besides, he was worried about Usagi-chan too even if she wasn't his charge. "Of course I'll help. And I just might know where to look for your girl."

**

She really shouldn't be doing this. But how could she not? Farfarello had been called away for some type of meeting while she had been picking at her cake. If looks could have killed she'd be dead ten times over. She winced at that thought. It seemed shallow and harsh when she remembered not too long ago that girl had died. Brutally murdered in front of her…

So what was she doing about it? Well she couldn't get revenge on these people. Even if she transformed into Serenity with the Ginzuishou it wouldn't make a difference. No matter how evil and how vile… she shuddered as she remembered what that one had done to her… she couldn't just kill them. That would make her no better than they and she was pretty sure her powers didn't work that way anyway. So now she was scouting for information. Any pebble of information she found would do. If what she was hearing was any indication she wouldn't be around much longer. They were going to kill her.

She paused at a cracked door. The smell from inside was sort of musky and reminded her of Schuldich. She shivered and stepped away for a second. If he wasn't in the room it would be a good chance to look for information, but if he was in there… What if he tried it again? She shuddered and leaned her cheek against the cool wood. She didn't really hear anything… Maybe he had stepped out?

She had gotten into trouble for being curious before. Lots of trouble… so did she really want to risk it just to take a peek at an enemy's bedroom? Steeling her racing heart she pushed on the door and cautiously held her eye to the crack. It looked empty but then again appearances could be deceiving. Taking a deep breath she opened the door more and slipped through the crack.

There was a long cream colored couch sitting in the center of the room with a low glossy wooden table in front of it. As she crept closer to investigate she realized there were a few pictures scattered over the surface as if they had been thrown there.

She paused, her hand hovering scant inches away as she listened for any sounds. Not hearing a sound she picked up what looked to be photographs and ignored the papers scattered around.

The first few didn't look particularly interesting to her. They were shots of what looked to be a flower shop. The photographer hadn't done a very good job because she couldn't make out what the name of the place was. She shuffled it behind the set and studied the second. It wasn't much better in aiding her search. In it she saw a boy in school uniform leaning against a wall with his eyes closed. A figure was nearby but she couldn't quite make it out.

As she looked at the next image she felt her heart stop. No way… It was an image of her! She wasn't sure when it was taken but it looked like it hadn't been that long ago. In fact it kind of looked like one of the times she had been dashing off to one of her friend's houses. Is that how they knew to kidnap her? But she wasn't Sailormoon in the shot… so why would they kidnap someone they thought to be an ordinary girl?

A feeling of unease started to creep up her spine and she reached for the next photo. Again another stranger, the boy from before was in front of the flower shop with a brown-haired man wearing an apron and surrounded by girls. It was a wonder they had been able to snap such a… Her thoughts suddenly shut down as her eyes widened. There in the background of the photo, though her face was a little fuzzy, was Aya-chan.

Why did these monsters have a picture of her childhood best friend? Had they planned on kidnapping her as well? Had they kidnapped her already? Was she… She winced. She wouldn't think about that. She started to reach for the next set when she was aware of someone entering the room. She would of hid but there was no where to hide. So instead she straightened to her full height and met the person head on.

Nagi stared at the girl blankly as she clutched her finds protectively. "Usagi-san, you shouldn't be in here," he scolded softly. "Get out of here before the others see you and drop those. You're not allowed to see them." He was relieved as she followed his orders. But the girl was a bit foolhardy. If she had examined her area more thoroughly she would have noticed something that would have her running out.

Nagi waited until she left the room before he gently knocked on the other door that was close to the couch. "We have a mission and Crawford wants to talk to you." He had told on the German for terrorizing their captive. But he wondered if what Crawford had said was true. They couldn't use their powers on her at all? It was intriguing. Knowing that Schuldich had no choice but to obey he turned and left the room only to find that Usagi had vanished. He winced as he realized what had probably happened to the girl.

**

Crawford had found their 'charge' wandering around the hallway with a picture clenched in her fingers. He knew what it was without his gift. The girl was pretty transparent after all. With their deals beginning to fall through the girl was losing her importance to their task. And if she wasn't important there was no reason to keep Farfarello away from his 'games.' If they didn't let the psychopath have a gift now and again he would eventually snap and try to go after the rest of the group. Farfarello didn't know of things such as loyalty.

"Why do you have pictures of Aya-chan?" Usagi demanded. She didn't care what happened to her right now. She couldn't let her best friend go through any of the same pain. "Leave her alone!"

Crawford's expression didn't change at all. Her file had said she was the type to go into heroics. "We don't have her, Tsukino-san. I'm afraid someone else has beaten us to it. Your friend had already been taken to where we were going to take you." Unlike the others he didn't care about the life of the girl standing before him. Earlier he hadn't saved her from Farfarello for her benefit but for the young assassin who had restrained his emotions and went with the group. Such shows of loyalty should always be rewarded. So he didn't feel any emotion rather than annoyance as the girl ordered him around. "Not that it concerns you. Now I believe you were warned about snooping around here. You'll be staying in your room now." He noticed Farfarello in the shadows waiting for his cue and he nodded slightly. "Take her, but remember no killing or maiming just yet."

Farfarello smiled a sinister smile as he grabbed the startled girl and hauled her down the hallway. He didn't care that she fought against him every step of the way. He was stronger than he looked and a lot stronger than her. It was child's play to simply shove her back into her torture chamber and securely bolt the door behind them. She had gotten away once. He wasn't about to let her do it again.

She was scared, horrified, terrified, and frightened. He didn't look happy… wait, on the contrary he looked really happy. He looked too happy. Her escape had been blocked and she was alone with this killer. Her choices were slim as well. If she transformed he'd no doubt go into another rage. He had something against her wings… but if she didn't transform what was he going to do to her?

Farfarello watched his prey with an eerily calm and calculating eye. He had to restrain his lust to kill this time… But he would make up for it later. If she tried to change into that angelic form… well, he had a solution for that. A solution that almost made him wish for her to turn into an angel. An angel he could corrupt and taint with his own hands. It made him heady with pleasure. Of course if she decided to stay how she was now he could still have fun. More restrained fun to be sure but still fun.

The knife had appeared again. She wasn't sure where he kept the thing but right now he was balancing it between his fingers before he gripped it tightly and ran his deep red tongue up the length of the blade. There still seemed to be dried blood on it. Blood that Usagi knew all too well who it belonged to. She wouldn't give this insane person the satisfaction of her begging or pleading for her life.

His golden eye watched her every move and every expression. He started to feel a white hot anger consume him as she refused to beg or plead for her life. He didn't have another toy to distract her with either. He'd get one later though… He wanted to see her fragile mind snap under the burden of grief. He pulled the knife away and slowly and steadily advanced on her.

She fought to retain her thin lipped expression but as he closed on her she instinctively winced and jerked her head away. She could feel her heart thumping faster and faster as if it was a caged bird slamming repeatedly against its confines. She heard his laughter, a mocking sound that filled her ears and echoed through her head.

Even as she turned away and started to retreat from him his hand shot out and captured her in an inescapable grip. His knife was brought to her cheek and the tip trailed down the length of her face. She shivered mightily in his grip but he didn't let go. His face was full of concentration as he watched a thin trail of red blossom beneath his touch. His thin gaunt fingers pressed into her flesh hard enough to leave red marks as he held her still. "If that other gets picked…" he softly began to promise as his blade started to dig deeper and he heard her whimper in pain, "you'll be mine to rip and tear. He'll never let you fly up to Him and rest at His feet. You'll never be in His presence again… and He'll hurt, He'll cry."

The speech was one with a focused mind behind it. It scared her more than when he was raging insanely. But something he had said… Something that the well-dressed man and also said… "What do you mean … that other?" she softly demanded as she felt the dregs of her courage starting to come together and the urge to fight back rising in her. "Are you talking about Aya-chan?" her voice had gained a shrill quality of alarm as well as an underlying tone of resolve. If monsters like these had Aya-chan, she had to escape. She had to find some way to get out of here and go rescue her.

Farfarello's eye widened slightly at the outburst. Not in surprise or shock… but in amusement. He had just found his prey's weakness and she had happily handed it over. "If she gets chosen she'll be as good as dead…" he wasn't one to taunt but this knowledge had to be used against the shaking blonde. "And if she's not chosen and she comes to us, I'll use her blood to make Him cry."

For a moment the usually happy go lucky Usagi saw pure red. She hated this person in front of her, she wished for his fast and steady death and she wanted to be the one to do it. She leaped at him breaking his hold and reached for the knife. Surprisingly it felt like he didn't even fight back for it. She gripped the handle of the weapon securely before she launched herself at him. This man she hated, this man she despised above all things and whose blood she wanted to spill. How dare he threaten to kill her best friend! She wouldn't allow it! "Shi ne!" she screamed in a guttural sort of way as she struck him hard.

The blade sank easily into his flesh. It sank right up to the hilt of the blade and Farfarello glanced down at the weapon in his shoulder before laughing. His laughs seemed to infuriate the girl more and she tugged at the weapon but couldn't get it loose. With a renewed cry of vengeance she decided to use a weapon this beast couldn't escape from.

Her brooch had been attached to her uniform so she reached for it now. She would kill this murderer before he attempted to slaughter her friend. "Moon Eternal Make UP!" she roared as she kept her hatred and rage through the transformation.

None of the senshi would have recognized this angel of death. None would have believed the person she had become with just the idea of one of her friends being tortured like she was being. Even her mentor Luna would have been afraid at the person that Usagi was being molded into. Her sweet cheerful attitude was being replaced little by little with someone else. Someone tainted and someone only out for one thing, revenge.

This had been what he was waiting for. She was quick, he was quicker. As soon as she had tried to bring out one of her odd weapons he had rushed her. She hadn't even been able to call the thing into existence before he was on her. She was shoved hard against the wall and she felt her vision blur as her head slammed into it. But even this didn't stop her tirade. She pushed at him and tried to break free as she struck out with her legs.

He was lifting her now. Lifting her by her pretty slim white throat off the ground until her feet dangled and her vision started to dim. She tried to bite the hand but she couldn't see it too well. He was watching her with a smile of bliss on his lips. Just when she thought she couldn't survive this a moment more she noticed him pull out the knife she had used on him from his shoulder. He licked the fresh blood and pushed more of his weight against her so she was frozen immobile beneath him.

"Cry for me, Angel," he whispered as he shifted his weight slightly so he was focused solely on her right gloved hand. She pushed and struggled but it was no use. Not only was he stronger but he was pushing against her throat and chest so it was hard for her to take a breath. She could feel his hand on hers and she tried to pull away but he was flattening it against the rough wall. "Scream for me."

The pain was unlike anything else. Not even when he had mutilated her wings had she felt such sheer pain. She roared like a caged wild animal in pain and rage as she felt his knife pressed firmly into her flesh. Her hand was pinned into the wall with the knife sticking out of the center of it. She couldn't stop the tears, couldn't stop the whispers and whimpers from her lips as she fought even harder than before.

But even as she raged and snarled like a ferocious beast she couldn't stop him from grabbing her other hand. Couldn't stop him from plucking another knife out of who knows where. And though she swore she wouldn't, she couldn't help but plead for mercy, to beg for him to let her down and leave her alone. But her words only served to make him laugh, the sound insane and grating to her ears. She felt the sharp blade graze her palm and she screamed before it was even plunged through the glove, the soft yielding flesh underneath and even through part of her wing that had been trapped behind her hand.

Farfarello paused in his work to take a step back and look at the shaking angel. He was of course aware that her body wouldn't stay up there for long. Her palms didn't have the support needed underneath those shiny now scarlet colored gloves. She would slide down and her flesh would rip, would tear as she fell just as if she had fallen from Heaven itself. Her wings had been splashed with deep red crimson. Her outfit and her shiny golden hair as well, all had been decorated with the angel's own blood. Even her lips and face had been stained with it as she had thrashed around wildly during his ministrations. Farfarello smiled in pure happiness as he looked upon his work. It was… beautiful, a masterpiece, his masterpiece.