In But A Dream - A Sailormoon/JtHM crossover | By : AnarchicQ Category: Comics > Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Views: 1519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good fer. er. This particular chapter was written by Q ____________________
In But a Dream
A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic
Chapter 23 ~ Who is the girl I see, starring stright back at me?
Hotaru stared herself down in the bathroom's full length mirror, her face a blank slate, holding no expression. As she listened to the water rush into the stained bathtub, she looked to her footwear. Her own boots, modled after 'Nny's. They were oveed aed and felt good in there cumbersom-ness.
Sitting on the toilet's closed seat, she unbuckled, unlaced, and removed the bulky boots, kicking them aside. They thuded loudly against the wall, before collapsing into a pile infront of the john.
Her small toes wiggled in the damp, steamy air, before she rose and padded across the slick tiles once more to the mirror. Silently Hotaru peeled off the oversized black trench-coat and let it pool at her ankles in a black mass of fabric. She noted that her senshi garb had changed. Oh, the body suit and sleeves were the same, as were the elbow high gloves, with there three purple rings at the cuff. But the ribbons on her dark purple bow were longer, frayed, and held together by twin safty pins on each lace. The pendant in the center of the bow had Happy Noodle Boy and a floating hand giving the finger next to his disembodied head. She remembered scribbleing it there with a pnentnent Sharp-ee pen,while giggleing like a madwoman. The pleated skirt was no longer purple, but plad, with stripes of black and white cutting through it. Buckles and pins locking the pleats together like a demented puzzle. Her cape...Her cape was down to her ankles now. Hotaru twirled on her bare foot, letting the cape tangle around her middle, and felt the long back bow slap against her hips and thighs. Her back bow matched her front, safteypins and all. Pureyeseyes gazed at the tiara on her brow. Black leather with a white stone...neat!
Hotaru smiled ever so slightly. First she was Tomoe Hotaru...a sick, disgusting little girl with no friends, who was weak, had black outs, hurt people...then...
The came Mistress 9, an entaty of extream power, and single minded enough to bring everything to ruin. She was pretty, too. Hotaru always mused secretly, that Chibi-Usa of all people, could being out such evil in her. But Hotaru, using the power of love, defeated Mistress 9.
Reincarnation, accellerated growth...nothing out of the ordinary.
SailorSaturn. With the power to distroy the world. Bring all to silence. The big red button. You dont push the big red button. What use was Saturn? The senshi of silence, ruin, Death and re-birth. Again, what use was she?
But, yet again, again, Chibi-Usa, her once most cherished friend, brought around the laitent evil inside Hotaru.
The Senshi of ruin...of Death....of _DEATH_!!
It made so much sence now. THIS was who she is..who she was always ment to be. Haruka-Papa and Michiru-mama used to be so afraid of awaking the senshi of Ruin.
'Are you still afraid, Haruka-Papa, Michiru-mama, Setsuna-mama?' Hotaru wondered, her smile widening as she began to shed her fuku. 'You'd be smart to. Yes. Your little Hotaru is gone, dead, as it were. Johnny C. has woken me up. Along with Chibi-Usa. It feel's good to be _free_!'
'Free' She repeated to herself in her mind.
"So FUCKING FREE!!" A pleasent, childish giggle traned after the cry and curse. She twirled again, gracefully, stopping in a bow, her hair glazing over her pale cheeks. Hotaru licked the tip of a finger and stepped into the tub, fuku and all. Water from the over filled tub sloshed over the porcalin bowl and splashed onto the tileing. Hotaru lay in the water, her skit billowing due to trapped air pockets beneith the fabric. without even an inhale for extra breath. Hotaru leaned back fully, submurging herself in the water compleately.
'Free'
~Q
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