S.I.U. - The Sailor Investigation Unit by DARK DAY FOR ANIME (Mark A Page) Disclaimer - all characters pertaining to the series Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon are owned by Takeuchi Naoko, Bandai and Kodansya. All other characters were thought up by me. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Kimi had been left, sitting alone in the darkness of her room. Those bitches thought they had been smart, trying to infiltrate her family with the intention of bringing it down. Those two girls.... Hoist by their own petard. It amused Kimi to think about it. Trying to win their way into her father's affections, only to become involved in the murder of the Sailorslut! Oh how she despised them! They would all pay for her mother's suicide! All of them. Every single one of those stinking, inferior shits who DARED to besmirch the name of Shiranui! She would pleasure herself, tearing out their hearts and their minds with her bare hands, crushing their very souls and feeling them run between her fingers. Her fingers.... Her fingers.... She only realised then that she was shivering. She stared down at the palms of her hands as they quivered. Have to control herself... Please regain control.... Sweat ran down her face as she felt tears trickling from her eyes. She couldn't be dead. Not her mother. Not HER mother. Her mother was never that stupid.... Stupid enough to get caught up in the machiavellian machinations of the Sailorwhores..... And yet, she had been.... Mustn't cry. Refuse to cry. Miyuki never cried. She took a breath and felt calmness wash over her body. Slowly, she stood from the table in the centre of her room and wandered over to the window, wondering how Miyuki must be at this time. She hated sending out Miyuki on cold, wet nights like this. Miyuki was the only person who truly understood her. Miyuki was the only person who would sit and watch her performances with any sense of appreciation. It was the almost death-like calmness that Miyuki posessed.... She stared out at the rain and smiled. It fell in a nice, happy pattern. Lost children, falling to the ground. Both she and Miyuki were lost children.... The rain felt like kin. She reached out her arms, stepping through the doorway, onto the verandah that overlooked the stone garden. Soft lights illuminated the rocks and plants that filled the garden, their glow extended and refracted by the droplets that fell from the sky. Fall, little children. The energies of the past, present and future shall see you reborn.... Then she turned and outstretched a hand, imagining herself to be a puppeteer.... She wiggled her fingers, seeing the puppet dance across the floor. Then she outstretched another hand and repeated the measure with that one. Then one of the puppets died, falling to the floor, its strings severed by her will. Death is what becomes of all those who defy that will. ----o The duty sergeant sat at his desk, tapping the end of a pen on a small clipboard as he watched a prisoner being escorted through the arrivals area from one of the cell blocks. He almost fell out of his seat when he heard the gunshot. "What the hell...?" He stood as the officer with the prisoner turned, looking at him, blinking. The duty sergeant swallowed. "Was that a gun discharging?" "Either that or someone is playing with firecrackers in the station." The officer shrugged. "HEY! HET! WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE? WHO FIRED THAT THING? HEY! I'M FEELING SCARED IN HERE!" The duty sergeant could hear Kensuke shouting from his cell. Stepping over to the entrance to the holding cell block, he noticed a shaft of light, cast across the floor of the corridor, coming from an open door.... from one of the cells. Doctor Mizuno's cell. ----o Kimi giggled as she imagined the body of the puppet on the floor of her room. She then turned to her other hand, still outstretched. "What are you going to do, hmmm?" She gently wiggled her fingers, as if the puppet was responding.... ----o "Hmm? You want to have the haul tested?" Abe, the senior sergeant of the drugs squad blinked at Shimazaki's request. Shimazaki nodded. He'd made the request after after thinking things over. There had been a large amount of illegal narcotics pumped into the body of Sailorjupiter shortly before she had been killed.... Ironic that, less than 24 hours later, there should be a large drugs haul involving Yakuza. "Well, I suppose so, though I can't see how a connection could be found between that found on the SJ murder scene and what we've got in here." "You know, better than I do, that each shipment contains impurities that can be traced back to the same source." "Yeah, but still.... The amount you had found on the scene was so small...." Shimazaki didn't get an opportunity to answer that. Katarin entered the small Drugs Squad office with a pale expression on his face. Abe and the two other DS officers stared at him with surprise, enough to make Shimazaki turn. Katarin leaned against the doorway, breathing heavily. "For Kami's sake, why did you run off like that?" "Why? What's up?" Shimazaki put his hands in his pockets, sniffing. It was unusual for Katarin to be so worked up over anything. "Doctor Mizuno...." Katarin took a long breath. "Somebody has shot her.... She's dead!" ----o "She's dead!" Kimi said as she made gestures with the imaginary puppet. "And very soon, the rest of them shall follow. Those Sailorsluts and their families. They will know my PAIN!" ----o Part Twentythree Nothing Sacred Nothing Savoured ----o "Hello, Minako-chan, is it?" Doctor Bartholemew stared through the partition in the wall of Minako's room. Minako herself had been sitting, shivering, on the bed in the middle of the room, staring around at the high, dark walls with fear. She couldn't remember much of what had happened not too long before, but for some reason, she was now Sailorvenus, and that didn't bode well, especially as it seemed she was incapable of using her powers for the timebeing. When she heard Bartholemew's voice, she leapt from the bed and almost collapsed, her legs obviously not quite ready to take her weight. Regardless, she soldiered on and collapsed against the glass, pressing her hands and face into it so she could get a better look at the owner of the voice. "Who are you?" She stared at the woman. "Where am I?" She then looked at the partition. "Wait a minute.... This wasn't here just a few moments ago...." She turned back to Bartholemew, panicking. "What's happening? What's happening to me?" "Don't worry, Minako-chan.... We won't hurt you." "You know my name?" "Yes." Bartholemew nodded. "How?" "Never mind that. We know your name is Aino Minako, and we know where you live and who your relatives are. Don't worry, they have been notified of your situation and are being counseled at this very moment...." "That doesn't tell me how you knew my name." Bartholemew rolled her eyes. "It doesn't matter how we found out, does it?" "It might." "Wouldn't you prefer me to tell you why you are in this holding cell?" Bartholemew sighed as she sat down on the seat in the small observation booth, clutching her clipboard with large fingers. Minako eyed the woman suspiciously. She was middle aged and fairly well built. Obviously caucasian, with red hair that had specks of grey running through it. The woman wore a simple business dress underneath a white labcoat. Minako didn't like the way she looked, and decided to play dumb. "No, actually. I'd rather you tell me how you know my name." Bartholemew dropped her clipboard and facefaulted. "Oh, for the love of...." She picked up the clipboard and leaned forward. "Look, you told us your name when we asked you." Oops, Minako thought.... ----o "What the hell do you mean, dead?" Shimazaki managed to blurt out after retrieving his jaw from the carpet. "I mean she's dead. Someone's wandered into the holding cells and shot her." Katarin was, by now, seated in the nearest chair that Abe could find for him. He still hadn't quite caught his breath. "Oh that's just great." Shimazaki threw his hands into the air and started to rant and rave as he kicked various objects that happened to cross his path during his venting process, including one of Abe's meeker subordinates. Katarin and Abe sweatdropped as they watched him. "He really gets into his job, doesn't he?" Abe whispered to Katarin. The Major Crime detective rubbed his face, tiredly. "It's been a long day, and getting longer by the moment." Katarin rubbed a handkerchief he'd pulled from his pocket across his forehead. He felt sick to the stomach, and it was due to more than the death of Doctor Mizuno. ----o "Mars.... Mars.... Please. Oh Kami.... Please still be with us." Hotaru held Rei in her arms, hidden amongst some bushes, off to one side of the Hikawa Shrine. She tried her best not to look at the horrific wound in the unfortunate girl's chest as rain filtered down through the branches, soaking the four hidden figures. Hotaru brushed her wet hair from her face, only then realising that there was blood on the glove. She swallowed, trying to ease the nausea she felt. Her own physical health was not good, and the combination of the conditions and the stress were beginning to tax her. Most of all, she wondered why she wasn't just blazing away at their attacker with every little spell she had up her sleeve. Because Rei was wounded, that was why. Wounded in a place that should have been a sanctuary from the violence of the world. But it was more than that. Something about the attacker was holding her back. Even though she could feel nothing from them, and even that seemed to remind her of somebody she once knew. Rei's eyes had become glassy, staring into space, and her complexion had gone white. However, she was still breathing. A deep, rasping breath, but it was still there. Hotaru did her best to ignore everything she'd learnt about the "death rattles", as Rei's mouth started to form soundless words. "What is it, Mars?" Luna, who was sitting on the other side of Rei, absolutely and positively tortured by the unpleasant sensation of the rain on her fur as all good cats would attest to, leaned an ear close to Rei's mouth. "A...mi..." "What? What about Mercury?" Luna placed a paw on Rei's shoulder, trying to will the girl into continuing. "Will.... They... will..." Blood ran from the sides of Rei's mouth as she started to hack and cough, her chest seemingly seizing up. A look of fear and horror crossed the faces of both Luna and Artemis as they looked up at Hotaru. "No... I can't..." "You've got to, Saturn.... Your powers of healing are all that will save Mars. We can't take her to a hospital, lest her identity be exposed, but we can't let her die." Luna's gaze became stern. "We must know who this enemy is that frightens her so much.... And to do that, we must assure her a continuing life." "And that enemy is probably stalking us right now." Artemis, who was standing some distance away, looked back into the shrine grounds, nervously. The dim glow of the city lights, reflecting off the thick clouds and rain gave the darkened shrine an eerie appearance, as if all life had been stripped of it. "We can hide here, but we daren't stay here for long." "Whatever the case...." Hotaru lowered her right hand over Rei's wound. "I'm using this power under protest. I hate the way it makes me feel...." She shivered as she started to channel her healing powers into Rei. "It's like having slugs slithering along my every nerve. I hate to think what it's doing to me." Luna watched with fascination as a pink-orange glow emerged from Hotaru's hand, entering Rei's body through the wound. Then Hotaru took hold of her right wrist with her left hand as the channeling started to affect her. "Oooohhh Kami.... Oooohhhh I hate this...." Hotaru closed her eyes and lifted her head back. Her body started to quiver and she let out soft moans of discomfort. Artemis stepped up beside Luna as they watched Hotaru. "I never knew her healing powers caused her this much distress." He whispered softly. "It's been getting worse with each passing year. Kami knows why. The power itself is.... Well.... It's hard to say, really. I'm not sure whether it is connected to her powers as Saturn or not." Luna turned aside to him, frowning. "Your saying the power is independant?" "I'm saying that it may not be part of her complement." Luna turned back, ignoring Artemis's questioning expression. He shook his head and turned back to the shrine grounds. "Uh, guys.... I think we might be in a pretty pickle here." Luna turned, annoyedly. "What is it now?" "Rei's Grandfather and Kumada-san.... They've just returned to the shrine. Luna sweatdropped. ----o Miyuki watched the pair return to the shrine grounds, both pondering on the darkness within. No thoughts ran through her mind. There was nothing to think about. Merely more to add to the final bodycount. She watched as the taller one opened up the main residence and switched on the lights. He was kind of scruffy.... No waste there. And the other one that followed him in, carrying a couple of bags.... Well, he was old. His time was up. She shook her head, wondering why she was even bothering to justify killing them. She hated it when these little threads of morality shot through her cerebrum. It hurt, sometimes. She checked her position, then clambered down the hillock, towards the group of trees and bushes that the quartet had opted to hide in. Grabbing a small elastic strip from the pocket of her jacket, she tied back her hair. The rain had made it damp, and it was clinging to her face, which was a distraction. She could see a glow within the bushes as she finished. Cocking her head to one side, she felt the glow to be familiar. For some reason, she felt a strange attraction to the glow, like it was drawing out of her some emotional response. She didn't acknowledge the response. It meant accepting the illogical dreams of past lives that she'd had since childhood.... Dreams were a waste of time trying to interpret, as were the emotions that came with them. She continued on into the outcrop. ----o "How could you even THINK of doing that, you bastard! What kind of freakin' pervert are you?" Aoi had Pagan backed up against her bedroom wall, hands either side of his head, leaning forward and baring her teeth. Pagan didn't know whether to accept this as a comfortable situation or not. "It was just a joke, okay?" He could feel her breath blowing into his face.... "Some fuckin' joke.... One moment you're clamping your mouth over mine, in what can't even be vaguely described as a kiss, within the ladies room at the Tokyo Metro, the next you're stickin' your hand up the skirt I'm wearing...." He winced as he felt a momentary stab of pain went through his head. Opening his eyes, he decided to use attack as defence. "Hey, don't blame me that the Coven chose to match us..." Pagan managed to push Aoi aside and stepped over to her bed, sitting on it. After a couple of pats, he smiled and looked back up at her. "Hey, comfy. Care to join me?" Aoi rolled her eyes. "Don't start that up. I've had enough of this brood mare crap already. Both from you and those two girls from the Sacred House." "Which two girls?" Pagan frowned at her. "Yes...." Mhaere stepped forward, having been silently watching the proceedings with much amusement. "Yes indeed. What two girls might these be?" Aoi looked from one to the other. "Didn't I tell you, already?" They shook their heads. ----o In the loungeroom of Aoi's apartment, Ami sat up from the lounge suite and stared at her surroundings. For some reason, her head felt clearer than it had been, before. She turned to her left and saw a young, light haired caucasian girl, sitting slumped in a lounge chair. Her initial reaction was to help her, but some niggling little thought from the back of her mind told her not to. Quickly and silently, she stood up and smiled. The house looked nice and neat, and so very liveable. So much better than the overwrought mansion house that was her home. Anyway, her mother's job paid for that, and her mother was a crook. She giggled softly and stretched, feeling amazingly refreshed. It was almost as if an aspect of her had come to life for the very first time.... ----o "Hayakawa Arisa and Maria Firenze." Pagan shook his head and lay back on the bed, chuckling. "Yes.... Nobuhiro and Michelle had been keeping an eye on them, to the best of their ability." He gestured in the direction of the loungeroom. "Gwen Wright is their partner. I guess they won't be too pleased about what you did to her." Aoi took a breath and shook her head. "None of that matters. I don't care what your people at the Coven of whatever it's called think, I'm not like you and I don't have any powers of my own. I've never displayed any such powers and never will." "So who was it that was controlling your flight when Gwen was unconcious?" Mhaere stepped right up to Aoi, staring her in the face, giving her a bit of her own medicine back. "A Mind Predator, I think, is the term they used for you." "How would you know?" Aoi stared back at her. "Ouch." Mhaere retreated, holding her forehead with a hand. "I forgot what it can feel like when an MPred questions you so directly at such a close range...." "What she says is correct, Kikotsuka." Pagan crossed his arms. "If she is telling the truth, since I didn't see it.... But if you had managed to knock Wright unconcious, and the Mizuno girl was already out of it, then there was only one person with the power to generate your flight capabilities." "Or, at the very least, tap into Wright's abilities and give them motivation whilst she was in lala land." Mhaere added. "It also explains how you were capable of using Jupiter's henshin pen. Your powers merely tapped into the pen's henshin instructions, despite the fact you are, clearly, not Sailorjupiter. I sincerely doubt you have been chosen to be her successor." Aoi shook her head, disbelievingly, gesturing to the green and white senshi fuku she was wearing. "Oh yeah.... Well if I'm not Sailorjupiter, who the hell is?" ----o Miki felt rather silly, wandering along the street, making for the rail station. Silly, because she knew, at the back of her mind, that she had her own bloody car, probably sitting in the multi level carpark at the Tokyo Metro building. She stopped in the middle of the footpath, almost having people run into her. She didn't care. Staring at the ground, she thought things over. Where was she when this began? In the observation room. The observation room of the autopsy theatre, sitting in a chair. Sitting in a chair, with Akunatsuka Kaji standing next to her. And then there was an explosion. And then something struck her in the chest. And then.... "Yo." She didn't hear Haruka's voice at first, and wondered why the woman's face appeared in her view. "Earth to Kino-san." Miki snapped her head up in surprise. Before her stood Haruka, leaning forward, and Michiru. "Who...." Her voice croaked and she stopped as Haruka stood up, hands in the pockets of her slacks. "Are you alright, Kino-san? You appear very pale." Michiru took Haruka's arm. Miki put a hand to her head. Why did she know their names? Why did she know that Haruka was a woman, not a guy, as she appeared to be? Other than that, they were the perfect couple.... They WERE the perfect couple. Just not the kind of perfect couple Miki was used to. "Kino-san?" Miki blinked. "I'm not.... My name is..." She felt a moment of sheer illogical fear and brushed past them, quickly. They watched her go, blankly. "Do you think she's finally losing her mind?" Haruka looked aside at her partner. "It would seem so.... Perhaps she was not that bad a choice, after all. We'd be doing her a favour." Michiru's face dropped. "Still, we'd be going against everything we stood for." "Our duty has never been about protecting the other senshi. It's about protecting the kingdom, and bringing about its resurrection. As long as the Princess is safe...." Haruka's voice faltered. Miki felt this entire conversation within her mind, as if she had been standing next to them. That wasn't possible. She shook her head, painfully, as she approached the entrance to the rail station. Kino-san.... She knew the name. She knew it.... Where? ----o The horror had smothered her. Usagi opened her eyes and found herself lying under the thick covers of an extremely comfortable bed. The horror had flowed over her body and smothered her. She felt clean.... Like she had been cleansed of something. Her head was still a little hazy, but that was clearing. It was an incredible haziness, too.... Trickling down from the top of her scalp, down through her neck and flowing into the rest of her body. It was warm and comfortable, and it weighed down her limbs. That was alright by her.... She didn't want to move them. "How are you feeling?" Said the soft voice of the young, dark-haired girl who was sitting on the edge of the bed, next to her. She recognised the girl as the one who had been chasing her through the corridors of the Sacred House compound, the one who had taken Minako.... She turned and did her best to smile at the girl. "Not bad. I've felt worse." She was surprised by how soft her voice was. It was then she noticed that, not only herself, but the other girl were completely naked. "That's good." The girl smiled and giggled, then leaned down and kissed Usagi on the lips. Usagi was surprised to find that she couldn't muster the energy to resist. So she didn't. END OF PART 23 -------------------------------------------------------------------- Woah.... Incipient lemon scenes in SIU.... ^_^ Stay tuned to see if anything actually happens.... ^_^;; Next Chapter - "Dreams of Succulence" DDFA (The Right Dishonourable Mark A Page) ayanami@merlin.net.au Chief Propoganda Officer, Keeper of the Tapes, Co-Founder of the Saitou-chan Fan Club and Compulsive Rabies-san Shit-Stirrer. ^_^ Version 1.0 - 6th Jun 1998