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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 ony. ny. 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 for her. This particular chapter was written by Hailey McCarthy-Goode ____________________
In But a Dream
A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic
Chapter 5 ~ waiting and wanting restlessly and ruthlessly
Hotaru woke the next morning in her own, comfy bed. Her arm was bandaged now. The pain had receded but she shrieked if her arm was moved abruptly. She looked in her mirror. Her hair was a mess. There were horrid bags under her hazy eyes. She reached for her cover- up and blotched it on, wanting to feel beautiful again. After that eve, she couldn't though. The stains stayed in her mind. She felt dirty and exposed, for no reason; come on Hotaru, nothing happened, nothing… nothing really did happen, but it was all the same, all the emotions left inside of her were all foiled up and she did not know what to think of the other night. But she liked it, she liked feeling dirty. But his eyes… she began to think, and the thinking led on, but it didn't matter now, it was over, wou would never see him again… never…? She got dressed and went downstairs. Picked up her lunch and out the door she went. She walked down the crowded streets, full of millions of people flocking to their own duties. Cars, trucks and buses drove by… Dirty… Sheked ked on thinking, pondering… She walked through the gates and saw some of her friends. At least, she imagined they were her friends. She hadn't lived here very long. Moved here from her beautiful home in Japan, because papa got a new prestigious job offer. Leaving the only friends she had ever had. Breaking contact, breaking off loving friendships. Even most of her cherished lamp collection broke in the move. This place. . . it broke everything. No beloved lamps. No friends. No one to care for her. But she knew, from past experiance with her dear friends chibi-usa, what a true friend would say: "Hey Hotaru, why didn't you call me last night? I thought we were going to go out to the arcade."
"Oh," She would say in her soft, whispery voice. "well, I went shopping and got caught up in something." A soft smile would placate Chibi-usa chan.
But She was here now, and, like before..no one paid her any mind.
However, the man last night did. More then that, he felt so...affected by her, that he seemed compelled to threaten her. . .what was that quote from some violent Television show she had seen? "When you think about it. Revenge is the ultimate Hallmark card. It's like saying 'you've effected my life so segnificantly, that I feel compelled to effect your life in an equil and segnifficant way. . ."
Unwittingly or not,had Hotaru really touched him so profoundly? Hotaru peered around the busy schoolyard. Girls went by in their large cliques talking about boys and the latest stars. The guys hung out here and there, feeling impeccable and dominant. She peered out at the busy street. Cars, they're just cars. But why… There he stood, blocked slightly by the black iron gates. His blazing eyes pierced through her slender body. She looked away, but still looked at him in quick glances. Stop looking… NO… Stop it… NO I DON'T HAVE TO… No, he's gone now… With the third quick look he had disappeared. She turned back around to see her own lonelyness. No friends were there to ask "Are you okay, or are you dazed? Let me check your pulse." For back in Japan, it was well known that Hotaru was weak, and frequently ill. Chibi-Usa, or perhaps Usagi would have grabbed Hotaru's hand as if to check for a pulse. "Hey, I'm fine." Hotaru would find herself smiling thankfully at there concern.
The bell rung and they all ran to their classes. Hotaru looked back and saw him again. His finger beckoned her to come forward, to him. The action was hypnotizing. She followed. His long finger was now in front of her face. She looked him in the eyes and smiled perkily. "hello, didn't I tell you we would meet again? Let me walk you to your class." He started walking, her beside him. Come on, be offensive, on guard Hotaru… "Hmm, well, I guess you were right. What brings you here today? Are you going to be my new stalker?" Smooth move Hotaru, smooth move. " Well, what can I say, you are now an object of my interest! So tell, or can you tell me, your name." "It's Tomoe Hotaru." She answered after a slight faulter. "and yours? I'm dying to know what kind of name a . . .person. . . like you would have." "Actually, my name is pretty normal, it's Johnny, but you can call me 'Nny. Next question; where's your next class?" She looked into his eyes. His deep, subtle eyes. She longed for them… "Actually, I don't think I'll go…" Hah, exactly what I thought, your touch, her hand, your hand. Damnit. But it'll all be over soon… "Hmm, so where do you want to go then?" there was a sharp metal object in his voice and the cold sneer came up again, but this time, she wasn't afraid. He's all sexy, no…fight…the…power… damn. It's no use. "No, I'll go, but can I see you later?" she felt desperate. His evilness had now surpassed her mind and she felt the need to become one with him, and she would, if she tried hard enough. I need too. It's inevitable. It's fate! "of, course." He turned his back and began to walk, sneering all the way… Hah, I've got her… "No, but where will I find you." "oh, I'll see you around." He kept on walking. His arms wavering in the air. Hotaru stood astounded by herself in the middle of the courtyard, watching him disappear into the late morning traffic. The wind rustled her skirt and hair as the second bell went off. The cherry blossoms twirled about her in an upward spiral direction, with the wind, which blew to the north. She hurried in to the school. In the bare halls her low heels clicking echoed behind her and she ran instead of walking, not wanting to be reminded of him.
All through the day she dazed about him. But why, she didn't know… what is it about him that makes me turn…? She spun through the day like laundry in a wash cycle. Turning in with the wet heaps of other people and just minding her own business,and being alone at the same time… different from the rest. The last bell letting everyone out for the day rang in her quiet English class. They herded out the door. She walked dazily to her locker. What if I can't find him… what if I don't see him again…? She opened up her locker and got her books out, preparing to go back home after a long day of waiting, with no result. A long, pale hand came around and slammed her locker shut. It was him. She smiled sweetly. He forced a smile onto his thin lips, but she took the bate. He started walking towards the door and she followed; like a dog to his master; a child to a mother; a lover to a lover. But that's what she wanted it to be like. And he liked being in control of the situation, but it was more than that. Yes, the hand… They walked through the schoolyard. His tight clothes clung to his thin body as he walked ahead of Hotaru, which was good, she was afraid to walk with him, and he was afraid of walking with her. Come on dearie…follow me, that's the way… Oooh, oooh, what to do , what to do. They walked on. Hotaru looking all around at the beauty of the surroundings, Johnny looking straight ahead, not caring and not thinkingke ake a machine. They walked until the sun set once more. For a long while and Hotaru finally recognized the crooked sidewalk on the street. But now, the lights were on in the living room now. The family sat and watched a movie, probably disney. The mother and father embraced each other and mashed on popcorn, eating the kernels, while the child satectlectly in front of the television, easily amused by snow whites soft curves and dazzling vocals and her kindness towards little ones. Johnny opened the door without using a key, he opened it and held it open for Hotaru who gracefully streamed by him and went into the house. Her bag clanged against his thigh as she walked in and he flinched as it did. Disgusting filth. How dare you touch me. He laughed wretchedly, but she took it in good cheer and laughed with him. She kept walking and plopped her bag down on the orange shag carpet. The blinds were closed and there were no lights on in the house. Johnny closed the door behind him, slamming it with great ease. Now it was pitch dark and the only light to be seen was the faint flickering of the street lamp outside shining through the cracks in the vinyl shades. Hotaru went to turn around and found a smelly cloth being shoved in her face. The fumes went straight to her head and she began to feel dizzy. She passed out and her cold body fell to the ugly floor. Johnny kicked her ruthlessly to see if she was gone. She was.
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In But A Dream - A Sailormoon/JtHM crossover