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Snatched-Discontinued	By : AquaTonic Category: Sailor Moon > Crossovers Views: 4340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Snatched

Chapter One

I gave up on kicking and hitting; there was no phasing this muscular brute and if I did do something, I would surely fall to my death in the process. If I was going to escape, I had to wait and bide my time. Analyzing what I knew of him so far, and feeling the numbing grip of his hand on my back, I knew I had no chance physically. He was beyond strong, it radiated through his twitching muscles I could feel underneath. Blowing a hole through the ceiling questioned whether he was friend or foe. The enemies in the past we faced from junior high and beyond had special abilities, but it never was to this destructive point. What other powers did he possess? Did his son have the same capabilities and were there others?

Before I knew it we had flown the distance that would have taken hours by car, and began to descend to the city where the blurring speed slowed. I was able to get an aerial view of the technologically advanced Satan City I heard so much about from Ami and Setsuna during one of their science conventions. I remembered Setsuna explaining they used enough technology to make life easier but not too much to keep a good employment rate. From up here, it looked clean and intertwined with nature, a mental plus on my side. The descent was quick to the ground as I felt the force of gravity lift me slightly off his shoulder and then heavily throw me back against the hard bones, forcing a series of coughs up. My stomach hurt as if I let someone punch me with a fist encased in a cement block.

A chuckle coaxed my temper as he set me on the grass to watch the sudden gravity bring me quickly to the cushioned ground, still recovering from a few last coughs. Bucking my head up proudly, I glared at the amused ebony haired man with the flat top. In the sunshine he looked more intimidating with the shadows casting around the well-defined muscles trying to escape its fabric prison. Pushing to my feet, and feeling thankful to be on the ground, I brushed off the skirts to my dress and tried to salvage my windblown locks. I focused on my surroundings, memorizing the huge domed beige building in the background with non-reflective black windows pushing up multiple stories that could have easily been twelve floors but was hard to gage from this angle.

“Follow me woman, and don’t make a scene,” he ordered, keeping a firm hand on my elbow and lead the way. Curving around to the front of the building, I gazed at the road holding floating vehicles on their way and a few people entering the same building. There were enough people that if I headed toward the heart of the city, I would be able to move unseen by him. My escape plan was forming as I pushed the building’s name into my head for safe keeping. The clear doors slid open to show a bustling first floor that seemed like an attraction to the left and business entrance to the right where a secretary sat at a desk monitoring who would enter the elevator directly behind her. As we came closer, a cheerful smile pushed up to her lips as if knowing this man.

“Welcome Mr. Briefs, is the President expecting you?” she said sweetly as I watched his sneer.

“Is the blasted woman still in a meeting?” he grumbled, keeping an agitated look. The woman gave a giggle as if she experienced this every day.

“Your wife is hosting a private tour of her inventions on the seventh floor, but President Briefs is due to leave a meeting in a few moments,” she replied, keeping her same nice smile.

“Good,” he retorted and proceeded to the elevator. I pulled my arm roughly and felt an iron grip slide me into the elevator noisily. The pressure on my elbow made me bite my tongue, making it hard to try to speak. Once the doors closed after he pushed the button labeled ‘twelve’ I felt the grip released and nursed my throbbing joint. “Next time I’ll break it.”

This man, Mr. Briefs, scared me. With the potential amount of people around, I didn’t want to know what lengths he would go to. Keeping my back pushed again the corner of the elevator, I kept my eyes curiously on him for any sudden movements. If his wife worked here, then did that mean this was a family business? The soft ding pulled my eyes to the glowing number twelve that I was beginning to dread as the silver doors sleekly pulled open. Placing his hand on the back of my arm, I followed through the dimly lit office filled with a maze of cubicles. I caught a glimpse of art work and writing in a few offices as we made our way to the farthest reaches of the office. A neat, tidy, cute secretary sat behind a desk writing down a phone message before giving Mr. Briefs a side mouthed grin.

“The President is currently in a meeting Mr. Briefs, is there something I could help you with?” he asked smoothly, baring a clear articulated speech. Jerking me forward a bit for the man to gaze in my direction slightly, I felt my arm released.

“Put this woman in his office and tell him I brought a gift before he enters,” Mr. Briefs demanded. I watched a glare from him, more likely a warning, as he stalked off back into the maze of cubicles, the tips of his flat top ebony hair the only reminder…like a shark. I shivered as I looked back to the secretary, holding the black office door open. I felt my pride sink another notch as I obeyed, entering the warmly lit office filled with black furniture; a leather couch with glass table top floating two feet in the air holding a small bonsai tree, a pair of floating glass shelves showcasing strange technologies I’d never seen, two leather chairs in front of a broad, black desk with an enormous leather bound chair sitting empty.

“Please have a seat until the President returns. Is there anything I may get you Ms..?” he asked while I continued my gaze.

“Kino, Makoto,” I filled in, then frowned inwardly. My name was known to the public which meant a team of reporters would soon be behind hoping to catch another story. At least it would give me leverage or clues to my location for my friends. If they knew where I was, then they could come get me. “No thank you, I’m content.”

“I will be outside if I may further assist you,” he finished, and closed the door lightly leaving me finally alone. I didn’t know if I should sit or stand, feeling awkward to be randomly dropped off in someone’s office. I took in the view through the darkened windows, looking at the city skyline and surrounding buildings before there was an opening to open hill filled land beyond what looked like the outskirts of the city before the country began. Realization hit suddenly as I began my task to look for a phone. Taking large steps behind his desk, I promptly sat in the surprisingly comfortable chair looking over the desk for a phone…or something that looked like a phone. His desk was neat with a clearly marked calendar of events, no family photos, or even a computer. The only other accessory on his desk with a plaque bearing his name neatly etched in gold against black: President Trunks Briefs. Odd name. Boring office. It looked like he must be as serious as Mr. Briefs, which I was starting to dread dealing with a brute junior.

I let out another sigh, wondering what I should do next. I’d heard stories of men that would just steal a woman they wanted but never thought in our era it could even be possible. Not only that, I was presented as a ‘gift’…just like Kaspar had been presented to me. I was beginning to know how he must have felt being given away without a choice. In his homeland though, he had to do the bidding of his king or risk the chance of being killed. Could I end up with the same fate? I shivered and pulled my thoughts away from the idea, rubbing my cold hands together to warm them up. Flying through the air had been freezing from the high altitude and my body was still trying to readjust.

The door swung open noisily suddenly as a group of neatly dressed businessmen entered in the middle of discussion and dim lights brightened. This was my queue to make a first impression as I straightened in the large chair, crossing my legs at the knees, and relaxing my arms against the armrest. This was more than a comfortable chair, it gave a powerful pose…I would have to order one for my office.

“Please take a seat and we can finish…” I watched the lavender haired man’s sentence trail off as he gazed to see me sitting in his chair and bright blue eyes looked startled. The secretary stood holding jackets, trying to keep from looking slightly winded as his nostrils flared.

“I failed to recall the guest left for you before fetching coats,” he said and began to hang them on a coatrack I hadn’t noticed by the couch. The man I assumed was President Trunks Briefs smoothly recovered to smile at the gazing associates watching me.

“You’ll have to excuse me gentleman, I’ll have my top consultant go through the last remaining details and get you on your way,” he recommended, broad back turned as he herded the businessmen out and the secretary began taking the coats off the coatrack. Once the door was closed, I watched him flick the curtains securely shut to sudden guests starting to peek in. No longer where his beautiful blue eyes surprised, but looked hardened as if annoyed. “It would have been convenient if you set up an appointment instead of appearing in my office.”

A light knock brought my eyes to the door where the secretary brought in a silver tray and neatly set it on the floating glass.

“President Briefs, may I introduce Ms. Makoto Kino, a guest brought a few moments ago for you by Mr. Briefs,” he introduced. “Is there anything else I may assist you with?”

“That will be all,” Trunks answered, taking off his black suit jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. “Make sure we’re not disturbed.”

“Yes sir,” the secretary said before quietly exiting. I watched as Trunks began taking off the cuff links to his cerulean button-up, noticing how he was blessed with the same massive build as his father but in a more proportioned way from his height. Once more, his cool gaze found mine as I kept my distance on the other side of the room.

“How would you like your tea Ms. Kino?” asked Trunks, his voice filling the room in a calm demeanor. The idea of having tea, or even a meal, made me salivate. I regretted skipping breaking this morning.

“Dry, please,” I found myself answering and lifting from the chair to glide across the room timidly. His massive form took a seat on the couch as he poured the tea, a pleasant aroma of rose and jasmine tickling my senses. As if under a trance I took a seat at a fair social distance and crossed my legs at the knees.

“I apologize, I mistook you for the arrival of a different guest,” he started lowly. “What is the honor of your surprise visit to Capsule Corps?”

I was baffled at how polite and sincere he seemed, giving me special attention as if not knowing the real reason I was here by his father.

“I didn’t come here intentionally,” I began, watching a slight pause in his movements as he passed me a white crafted tea cup with elegant black designs curving around the face. “Your father left me here.”

“Left you here how?” he questioned, beginning to roll up the cuffs of his sleeves unevenly. I felt sorry for his tailor and dry cleaners immediately as my fingers reacted on their own. Setting the cup on the tray, my fingers slipped between his to take care of task of neatly folding the cuff evenly up the shirt to mid-forearm.

“This morning your father had an appointment,” I began and moved to neatly adjusting the second cuff. “It was a proposal on your behalf, which I respectfully declined. To say the least, I was flown here and left at your office at his discretion.”

“Interesting,” he commented as I resumed tasting the delicious smelling tea. When my right elbow showed damage from Mr. Briefs gripping it roughly, I resulted in lifting the cup to my mouth with the left. “This is a different case than I suspected.”

“A different case how?” I asked curiously. Trunks leaned forward gazing at me, his warm hand sliding forward to touch my knee. A shiver pulsed through me, never having a man so casually invade my personal space.

“Will you accompany me to lunch?” he asked. I was startled by the question, feeling the pain for Motoki hit my chest hard. I wasn’t engaged but why did I still feel guilty? Not only that, I felt angry. After all I’d been through this morning, the last thing I needed was some pompous head of a company to hit on me.

“I see you’re not taking this seriously,” I seethed, setting the tea down and pushing his hand off. Taking to my feet, the longer I stood in this room the angrier I felt. “My schedule was interrupted by your father’s antics, my friends by now think I’ve been kidnapped by some…flying man that can destroy a ceiling in the blink of an eye, and you’re asking me to lunch? Excuse me if I’m adamant to decline.”

It felt good to let a little steam out, but the moment I heard a chuckle I felt it suck right back in and glared. Trunks moved to his feet and held up his hands like a white flag.

“Calm down Ms. Kino, I’ll take full responsibility for my father’s actions and take care of the repairs for whatever he damaged,” he began, grabbing his jacket and swinging it over his arm. “I’ll take you back immediately.”

“Thank you,” I found myself responding, with what little pride I had left. He looked a little too comfortable pulling on his jacket and opening the door, letting me exit first. I noticed a few people walking around the office and standing looking at documents a bit obvious to get a look at us. I couldn’t help but wonder what other women brought into the office got this much attention. Concealed and alone when the elevator’s shiny shields hid us, I let out a sigh. This was going to be a long day, and who knew how long until I arrived home.

The elevator took us to a basement level where Trunks pulled out a small device that gave a little chirp before I heard the sound of a revving engine echoing in the darkness. A sleek black, hovering sport car slid up and stopped two feet away with little headlights on. I thought hover cars were a thing of the distant future and didn’t think someone had developed them already. For being a sport car, it looked spacious with tan leather interior, elongated body work, and top down. Trunks opened the passenger door and held out a hand. I wasn’t sure I wanted to get in this thing.

“I’ve been driving it for years, it’s safe,” he tried to reassure me. Taking a leap of faith, I took his hand and slowly slid into the cool seat. The bopping motion of the vehicle evening out its weight for my adjustment made me feel sick. Quickly buckling the seatbelt, I heard him chuckle again as he slid in and made it bob again. “Where are we headed?”

“Emerald Tower, Crystal Tokyo,” I answered, watching his fingers key in the commands on a floating keypad. I couldn’t help but be amazed, looking at all the gadgets and watching the steering wheel move back and tilt up out of the way. Then, the vehicle began to move on its own as he leaned back relaxing with his hands behind his head. I watched nervously as we moved up a ramp and popped up into the street moving with casual traffic.

“Relax, it’s going to be a long drive,” Trunks commented. I felt my hands loosen their tight grip but kept quiet to look around. There were few tall buildings as people walked the streets and looked happy. As the city began to disperse, I looked forward at the road that lay ahead through open fields with some hills before the tall trees of the forest. I felt a small jolt of the car speeding up on the open road and finally relaxed into the seat a little. “So…what do you think of Satan City?”

“It has a good first impression,” I said quickly, not feeling up to making light conversation. There was too much on my mind; Motoki, the gift, a hole in the ceiling, and paying a visit to Kaspar’s homeland. Did I want to even see Kaspar’s king in this mind set? By paying a visit I’m sure it would get his hopes up for another proposal and I wasn’t in the mood to say ‘no’ again.

“It’s a nice day for a picnic,” he commented again. I let out another lady-like sigh and looked to the weather, watching a trail of storm clouds on the horizon.

“It won’t last for long, the rain will be here within the hour,” I replied. Finally, it was quiet as I watched with anticipation as the forest grew closer. My relief soon disappeared when I blinked my eyes to see a pair of feet on the hood belonging to Mr. Briefs.

“What the hell are you doing?” boomed his voice, gazing at Trunks. My gaze moved to Trunks to see him far too relaxed at his father suddenly appearing on the hood of his car.

“I’m taking her home,” Trunks answered coolly, still relaxing back in his seat. A growl brought me back to his father’s face as his hand shot up and a bright light exploded from it. I squeezed my eyes shut and could only feel the vehicle begin to spin out of control before it hit something and began to flip. The seatbelt held me tightly inside as I jolted hard against it and felt everything stop moving….except my stomach. I felt sick. Sucking in air suddenly, I managed to open my eyes to stare at Trunks holding the vehicle up with one quivering muscular arm. His chest was bare showing black singe marks around a perfect circle on his chest. My ears were ringing as I saw his mouth move but nothing come out. I grabbed at my harness trying to rip it away while the ringing subdued and the sounds hit me with a vengeance. A woman was yelling nearby and more metal parts were scraping against the earth sputtering to a stopped. “Hold onto my shoulders until I can grab you.”

Trunks moved the car under his hand slowly as he inched closer, his lavender tresses free from their tie spilled over his shoulders, framing his stern face. Was he some sort of super hero or just a super human? Pushing the soft strands back, I steadied my grip on his tense shoulders and bit back the pain from my elbow. He snapped the seatbelt straps in one quick movement as I kept pushed back to balance from a weird angle. Calculating the jump, I pushed up from his shoulders and jumped down, moving into a crouch close to his feet. What was left of the car tumbled to the side carelessly tossed. I winced as I noticed my hand pressed into broken glass from the windshield. Letting out a deep breath, I balanced and lifted my hand up to shake it off. May the gods forgive for what I was about to do.

Pushing to my feet, I tapped into the powers of Jupiter as its calming warmth pulsed through my veins and touched my heart. Closing my eyes, I felt the wind begin to pick-up around me and the thunder’s beating drums rumbled above. It had been too long since I called on Jupiter for help, feeling how powerfully it beat and quickly it started to suck my energy. Popping my eyes open, I lifted my hands into the air, feeling the electricity dance near my fingertips as a flash of lightning sizzled above. I made eye contact with my target, noticing a teal haired woman finish yelling and start stomping back to her own floating car. With all my might, I pressed my palms together and quickly pulled them down to rest at my chest before letting my arms fall to my side. Jupiter heard my heart’s call and obeyed my command, matching the movements of my hands as the lightning struck down and enveloped the man.

I felt Jupiter complete its task and pull from me, taking whatever energy I had left. Falling to my knees, I breathed heavily and looked at the smoke begin to clear.

“You better marry that woman!” I cringed when I heard his yelling voice as he walked through the smoke, singed and dirty. I couldn’t believe he was still standing, or even alive. His clothes were in tatters and muscles quivered out of control. I could see the hard look as he moved to the car and slid into the passenger seat.

“Trunks, honey, get in the car and we’ll take you home,” the woman’s cheerful voice announced. I felt strong hands lift me to my feet and appreciated the help.

“Can you walk?” Trunks spoke lowly in my ear.

“Yeah…I think I’ll take the train home instead,” I answered, managing to get my legs to hold me up. Trunks chuckled in my ear and began to slowly lead me to the four door hovering jeep. My stomach turned just looking at that thing and my legs became jelly. “Is there something with wheels around here?”

“It’s ok sweetie, we’ll be home soon,” spoke the woman again, looking out the driver side window. She had a darker shade of teal eyes that would have matched Trunks. This was definitely his mother, with her short bob and huge smile.

“Hurry up I’m hungry,” Mr. Briefs commented from beside her. With the help of Trunks, I pushed and managed to climb into the back seat with him sliding in close beside. I followed his hands commands and leaned back against his chest. I was tired, too tired to keep my eyes open or try to listen to his mother’s voice. Letting out one last sigh, I gave in and slept.
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