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Chapter List
- 1-Planetfall
- 2-Dividing Line
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Chapter 2: Dividing Line
MÄRCHENLAND
            “Master.” Yayoi had called Joker “Master.” Miyuki reeled, stumbled, almost fell. Was Märchenland spinning beneath her, or had her sense of balance given out in her shock? Was she losing her mind? Or was this all just another of Joker’s endless lies? That had to be it; that had to be the explanation. There was no other way. No way that this was really happening. There was no way she was seeing and hearing what was before her now. This was a trick, a cruel illusion crafted by Joker to break their spirits. It had to be. It had to be…
            Quivering with glee, Joker turned himself upside-down and hovered over Bad End Peace’s shoulder. “What’s wrong, Precure? Aren’t you happy to see your friend Yayoi-chan? It’s been so long…”
            “Liar,” spat Akane, red-faced and shaking with apoplectic fury. She had known Yayoi longer than any of the others; they had been friends since they were both little kids. There was no way she would ever accept that Yayoi, her Yayoi, would turn evil… “That’s not the real Yayoi! What’ve you done with her?!”
            Joker’s smile stretched grotesquely, showing each and every one of his pointed teeth. Casually he reached down to stroke the upper curve of Peace’s ear as he spoke, and she shivered with delight. “I hate to admit it, Akane-chan, but you’re exactly right,” he said. “She’s not Yayoi. Not anymore, at least… We spent so much quality time together that she renounced that name. Yayoi Kise no longer exists. She goes by Bad End Peace now, it’s much more fitting given her, ah, attitude adjustment.”
            “Yayoi…” Nao trembled, taking a few steps back. Her lips moved without sound for a few long seconds before she found her voice, but her words were hoarse with grief. Yayoi was more than just a friend, she was like one of her siblings… seeing her like this, a mere pawn of Joker, was like a poisoned dagger thrust into her belly. “Yayoi-chan, please, if that really is you, say something…! Don’t let him control you like this!”
            Peace looked down. Her eyes disappeared into darkness beneath her bangs. “You…” she said softly.
            “Go on,” whispered Joker in her ear. “Tell them. Tell them how you feel…”
            The dark Precure’s hands clenched into fists. Electricity snarled as teardrops rolled down her cheeks and spattered the dead grass at her feet. “You… you abandoned me… left me behind…” Her words seethed with boiling hatred; she no longer sounded like Yayoi at all… “You left me all alone…! Master Joker… Master Joker saved me, cared for me, gave me power…” The air popped and hissed as violet lightning and dark energy built up around her. When she lifted her gaze to them, that terrible, sadistic smile, Joker’s smile, was once again spreading across her face. “For what you’ve done… I’m going to make you hurt. I’m going to make you pay…”
            It was too much; Miyuki sank to her knees, clutching at her temples. Märchenland, the world, her entire reality continued to spin beneath her, out of control… “No,” she said, heaving a dry sob. “No, Yayoi-chan, we tried… we tried so hard to get you back, there was nothing we could do... We’re so sorry… Please forgive us, we’re your friends…”
            Just like that, Joker’s smile was gone from Peace’s lips, twisted into a ferocious scowl. A spear of lightning struck the ground behind her, setting the grass ablaze. Her words rang even over the echoing boom of thunder that it left in its wake. “You’re NOT my friends!” she screamed with the all the fury of a raging storm, lost in madness. “Not anymore!”
            Flipping right-side-up again, the harlequin clapped his hands. “Well then, that seems to settle that, I think! Dear, dear, Precure, she seems to be très irritée with you, non? I suggest you make amends, so that the show can continue…”
            Peace trembled with repressed rage, clenching and unclenching her fists. Clearly, only Joker’s word was keeping her from attacking. “Please, Master. Let me make them all suffer. Say that I can make them suffer…”
            Though still horrified by her friend’s horrific transformation, Reika clung desperately to reason. She was the water, she was calmness amid the storm, as always. There was still a chance, there was always a chance. If there was anyone who could save them all and end this nightmare, she knew who it would be… Reika knelt down next to Miyuki, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Miyuki-san,” she said quietly, still managing to sound composed despite it all. “Miyuki-san, you must get up. If we’re to have any hope of winning this battle, of saving Yayoi, our families, everyone on Earth… we need you to lead us. Please, Miyuki-san. Please get up.”
            Miyuki’s fingers gouged furrows in the dead soil beneath her. “Reika-chan,” she breathed. “Thank you. I promise, no matter what, we’ll fix this…” Her voice rose as she stood up, still shaking, but with new determination. “We’ll fix this,” she repeated, pulling her Smile Pact from her pocket, “and we’ll save everyone!”
            Akane, Nao, and Reika gathered around her and drew their own compacts. In unison, their voices rang out: “Precure SMILE CHARGE!”
            If only for a moment, some of the light and color returned to Märchenland. A cocoon of brilliant radiance enveloped the four girls as the graceful dancing movements of their transformations took hold. But this time, there were no cheery announcements of their Cure names, no poses to be struck, no shouting of the usual battle cries. As the change finished and the light died away, the four Precure stood solemnly in a line, facing Bad End Peace and Joker in stony silence, their expressions grim and set.
            This time, a line had been crossed. One side was going to make the other pay dearly; there was no other possible outcome.
           Once more, Joker leaned down to Peace’s ear. She shuddered with anticipation as his breath washed over her, and he whispered the word she longed to hear: “Go.”
            The dark Precure leapt toward her former comrades like a coiled spring turned loose, and the battle was on.

            Master Joker was everything.
            Always inside her, always watching, always comforting. Even in the rare moments when they were apart, she could feel his heat and his touch upon her mind and body, and it was good. More than good, it was wonderful. And so simple… all she had to do was serve him faithfully, and she would feel little but endless bliss. Not like before. Not like when the Precure had abandoned her, turned their backs on everything they once stood for… Just contemplating their betrayal drove her further into a frenzy. She would make them hurt, oh yes. She would repay them for every second she had spent lost and alone… and when her revenge was at last complete, they too would know the bliss of darkness and servitude. They would be together again, but this time, on her terms.
            But not for a long time yet.
            First, there would be revenge.
            Because Master Joker had ordered it to be so.
            And Master Joker was everything.

BAD END KINGDOM
            Time had no meaning in the darkness. With no sun or moon or sky to measure by, the time Yayoi spent alone all ran together… one long and endless now. When she managed to sleep, it was fitful and restless, haunted by nightmares of black things with pitiless glowing eyes like burning coals, laughing at her in Joker’s voice... When she woke, she wept when she had the energy for it… otherwise she simply hung in her restraints limply, staring at the empty black void around her.
            Any moment now, though. Though she was thoroughly helpless in Joker’s grasp, any moment now she expected to hear a wall crumble and her friends bursting in, bringing the light back with them. She hung on to that hope with all her might, a thin rope to cling to in a turbulent sea; it was the only thing keeping her sane. For the darkness and silence of her prison were absolute. There was nothing to see, nothing to hear except her own breathing, her heartbeat, the blood coursing through her veins. There was no food, no water… Joker wouldn’t even extend her that simple mercy. How she was still alive without those things was a mystery for the ages. She didn’t feel hungry or thirsty at all, just weak and tired… was it Bad Energy? She had no way to know for sure, just as she had no way of knowing how long it had been.
            So it might have been hours, days, weeks, or only minutes later when the floodlights bathed her once more, illuminating the gigantic stage. Joker’s cheery voice called out again, its source unclear. “Bonjour, cherie! Have you rested well? I certainly hope so, for today we begin your training~.”
            Yayoi shook her head to clear the dancing spots that the sudden light left in her vision. ‘Training? What-”
            “Of course, training! Why do you think I brought you here? If I wanted to simply imprison you, I could do that anywhere… non, non, I have more in mind. Much more…”
            The Precure set her jaw and tried to sound brave. “You’re not getting away with this. My friends will find a way to-”
            “Really, Yayoi-chan,” said the voice, snide and arrogant. “If your friends wanted to save you, wouldn’t they have done so already?”
            That possibility sent a trickle of fear through Yayoi’s mind… She quickly shook her head again to dispel it. “They’ll come. I know they will!”
            Joker’s laughter battered her from all sides. “Lovely. Your loyalty to your friends is so admirable… I wonder how long it will last? But anyway!” There was the sound of him clapping his hands. “Let us begin.”
            And abruptly he stood right in front of her, inches away, appearing between one eyeblink and the next without even the customary streak of light, or smoke, or anything to mark his movement from one place to the next. He was simply there… and his sudden presence drew a startled shriek from Yayoi, who pulled back in her chains to get away from him.
            It was no use, they held her fast. Joker grinned and leaned even closer. At this distance, she could see exactly what his absorption of Pierrot had done to his body… it was wrong, unstable… his very shape and outlines rippled as she watched, like a mirage in a desert.
            He took pleasure in her fear, her disgust as he leaned ever closer to her, so that she could feel the warmth of his breath and body, smell his breath, let his scent wash over her…
            “Get away,” said Yayoi, trying and failing to keep the quiver from her voice. “What are you doing?! Don’t get near me…!”
            Long, slim, fingers brushed against her cheek, tracing the curve of her chin, the black claws an ounce of pressure away from drawing blood. A reviled “Ugh!” escaped her. There were things moving within his skin, she could feel them…
            “Soft,” hissed Joker. “Soft and warm and sweet… my Yayoi-chan. You really are too cute for your own good, cherie.”
            Yayoi’s skin broke out in goosebumps. If he was implying what she thought he was- “No. No. You s-said you w-wouldn’t-”
            One of the fingers poked her mouth and silenced her, then drew gently over her lips. “I did say that.”
            He snapped his fingers.
            The stage beneath Yayoi opened up, a yawning black hole… and within that blackness even darker things squirmed, like a mass of maddened snakes. Sickly squishing noises issued from the pit, turning Yayoi’s stomach… and then she screamed, for they were upon her in an instant… warm, wet, soft things, shiny and pitch-black as crude oil, seizing her legs and arms and spiraling around them, drawing tight, snaking up to her mid-thighs. The chains that held her to the stage shattered under their pull. The things wrenched her arms behind her back, pressed her wrists together and buried them in themselves. She was held suspended, staring up into the blazing glare of the spotlights while her limbs disappeared under ever more layers of writhing black flesh.
            “Let go! Let-”
            And more of them rose around her, hovering like vultures over dying prey, standing out black against the light. She struggled wildly, thrashing back and forth, praying for her Precure strength to come back, that the bonds would burst and she would be free…
            The black things descended. It was as if her Cure uniform were made of tissue paper; a few deft swipes, and it was nothing but shreds, her naked body bared to the world.
            Joker was now above her, lit from behind by the spotlights. In midair, he crossed his legs, folded his spindly hands underneath his chin, and watched.
            “Y-y-y-you…” Yayoi moaned, ashamed beyond measure, trying to wriggle out of his sight. “Y-you s-said you w-wouldn’t-”
            “I said I wouldn’t rape you,” hissed Joker. His face split into that demonic smile. “I never said you wouldn’t be raped. My friends down there have been waiting an awfully long time for some of that wonderful Precure energy, though… Try not to disappoint them, hmm?”
            “Nooooooo…!” Yayoi’s howl scaled upward in pitch as the tentacles descended again. A thick one coiled around her neck, laying its tip wetly against her cheek, stroking her in a sick mockery of tenderness and leaving a glistening trail on her skin. Down below, she felt another thread itself between her legs… Frantically she pressed her inner thighs together, a desperate attempt to block it, but all that did was bring it closer to her. The writhing mass holding her legs tugged them apart and held them in a narrow V-shape, leaving her sex fully exposed to Joker.
            The harlequin didn’t so much as twitch. He only watched, his smile immobile.
            “Joker, stop! Please stop! Don’t- ahhhh~”
            It rubbed against her lower lips, soft, warm, rubbery, painting them with a fine sheen of the ooze that exuded from its flesh. Again Yayoi screamed, harder than ever, writhing helplessly in the tentacles’ grip. However she moved, the thing continued rubbing her, teasing her, not violating her yet… it was taking its time. Drawing out the torment. Her cheeks turned scarlet with shame, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her stomach churning with revulsion.
            Make it stop oh God make it stop make-
            Rather than cooling, the slimy fluid clinging to her skin began to warm, very slowly. That warmth seemed to sink into her terrified, shaking body and gather somewhere in her belly. She quivered, her screams becoming lower, more like moans…
            No… this is wrong, this is disgusting-
            The tentacle’s tip found the tiny button of her clit, poked against it a few times, then wrapped around it and squeezed. It was as if one of her electric attacks had coursed through her; a tingling sensation began at her clit, shot up her spine to the back of her neck and down again, and spread itself through her bound limbs to the very tips of her fingers and toes. Her back arched, her eyes flew open wide…
            It’s gross… It’s slimy…
            Gentle squeezing, while the main body of the tentacle pressed itself in between her labia and slicked back and forth, back and forth…
            … someone help me… please… I don’t want this, I don’t want it to-
            More of that strange warmth swelled inside her. She grew wetter and wetter with the continued application of its ooze, but a part of her knew that not all of it was from the tentacle… What was happening to her was horrible, shameful, worse than she could ever imagine. And all the more nightmarish that her body was responding to it…
            “J-Joker…” she gasped up at the harlequin. “S-Stop… s-stop it…”
            Joker made no answer. He merely watched.
            The warmth and tingling joined forces, seizing control of her body, forcing her to shiver at its touch, to quiet her screams into pleading mewls. It was all wrong; she had to fight this, had to hold on, had to resist… Her friends depended on her, everything depended on her, everything-
            The tentacle released its hold on her clit, leaving her almost… cold… without it. The tip slid down through the mingled fluids, prodded between her lips and tested the resistance of her flesh. Just little pushes, bizarrely gentle, like an animal’s tongue cautiously licking a person’s hand.
            “No,” Yayoi groaned aloud. She shook her head, as if doing so could dispel the awful feelings that now controlled her. “No…”
            It slipped into her… A strangled wail filled the dark chamber. It was inside her, it was moving… instinctively, her inner walls clenched hard, trying to deny its access, but it only quested deeper, inch by inch sinking into her.
            “Too late now.” Joker’s lips didn’t move, but his voice hissed into her ear, slithering into her mind the same way that the tentacle slithered into her body. “It’s too late. Even if your friends do find you, even if they come to save you… it’s too late. You know that, don’t you, Yayoi-chan? I’ve taken you, taken your purity. There’s nothing anyone can do to get it back. You belong to me now. You’re mine.”
            “No…” Yayoi sobbed, praying for this to be a nightmare, praying to wake up and have this repulsive thing fade away and be gone forever. Helpless tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the thin ooze the other tentacle left on her skin. “No… n-not yours… t-take it out…!”
            It filled her, filled her until she thought she would burst, and it undulated this way and that in her tight embrace, its motions drowsy and slow.
            “Take it out… take it-”
            Swelling… it was swelling, inflating itself, stretching her, filling her yet more with itself. Yayoi heaved, sickened by the sight of a faint bulge from underneath her skin. She could see it moving, writhing within her as it grew, then contracted, then grew again, like it was breathing. Looking away didn’t help… even if she looked away, she could still feel that bulge…
            From above, Joker merely watched.
            The tentacles burying her limbs stirred, as if waking from slumber. They slid between her fingers and toes, over her palms and the soles of her feet. The tingling and warmth escalated with their touch, with the gradual, almost imperceptible quickening of the one inside her. More crawled up from the depths of the blackness, reaching up for a taste. They wrapped themselves around her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and prodding her nipples with their tips. Yet another slid around her waist and swirled inside her belly button. Thin, wispy feelers seized her clit, sending another series of electric shocks up and down her spine. Her skin grew stained with clinging ooze, it flowed sluggishly over her curves in rivulets and hung from her in ropy strands like spider webs.
            Stop… I can’t take it… someone help me…
            Each breath grew more labored. Each swelling of the tentacle inside made her draw tighter. Her cheeks burned with shame… she had to resist, couldn’t give Joker the satisfaction. But her body’s primal instincts argued with her, craving more, coaxing her to just let go…
            Miyuki-chan… Pop-san… Mama… somebody, please…
            Slow bulges, moving up the length of the invader in her sex from its root below. She could hear heavy sloshing noises from within, even over the wet sounds of the other tentacles and her own protests. Danger, something in her mind said. Don’t let those in… “Nnngh…” Summoning whatever remained of her strength, she squeezed with all her might. Maybe, if she just tried hard enough, she could force it out before it-
            The first bulge passed through her lips. “No!” It was barely inside before the second followed. A burst of hot, viscous fluid flooded her, spilling out of the tentacle’s tip. The second burst came along with an even larger swelling and filled her to the brim. The third-
            An irresistible force seized her body, tore a defeated howl from her lips, let loose the pressure inside in one huge rush that swept from head to toe and back more times than she could count. Tinging, white-hot sparks coursed through her every vein. Her whole body clenched, her fingers and toes curled, every muscle tensed and then released at once as Yayoi climaxed for the first time.
            For a few blessed moments, all her awareness faded, save for the gradually dissipating heat. She couldn’t feel the slime coating her skin, the tentacles binding and squeezing her, or the one that continued to pump its seed relentlessly into her sex. She couldn’t see the dark shape above her that gazed silently down at her with burning red eyes. She couldn’t hear the wet churning sounds, couldn’t smell the dusky scent of sweat, couldn’t taste the bitterness of her tears… all there was was the heat, and nothing else.
            She longed for it to stay that way.
            Too soon, her awareness crept back, surfacing and bringing her back to reality. Who knew how many times the tentacle had filled her now… it seemed to be in a constant cycle of swelling, spilling itself, contracting, then repeating the process. Seed leaked out from the tight seal her lips made around it, but it wouldn’t stop. Yayoi hung limply in the tentacles’ grip, too tired to struggle, too tired to do anything but let it violate her…
            “Quite a show you put on there, cherie,” whispered Joker’s voice. Slim, clawed fingers stroked her chin, then traced down her neck to the upper curve of her breast. “How do you feel?”
            Yayoi couldn’t answer. She moaned and wriggled feebly.
           “That’s all right,” said Joker. “It was your first time, after all. It’s only natural to be a little out of it right now. You’ll get used to it.”
            She tried to turn her head to glare at him, show him that even with what he had just put her through, she wasn’t giving up yet… Her lips moved to tell him so, but no sound came out. The only sound was her ragged breathing, her pulse thrumming in her ears, and the slick noises of the tentacles still working away at her.
            Joker grinned like a shark that had just smelled blood. “So, was it good for you too?”
            A tiny, slow flicker of sheer hatred ignited somewhere deep inside Yayoi. It raged at her, screamed for her to grasp that horrible grinning face and make Joker regret ever being spawned… but her body wouldn’t listen. More tears glistened in her golden eyes. A shudder passed through her as her belly was flooded yet again.
            “Mmm, I felt that,” Joker purred, hugging himself tight. “But you know, it’s not me you should be mad at, Yayoi-chan. Your Precure friends… they didn’t come, did they? You claim you’re always there for each other, no matter what… but they didn’t come to save you. My pets down there violated you, and they did nothing. Perhaps all this ‘Power of Friendship’ nonsense really is overrated, hmmm?”
            “They’ll… come.” Yayoi’s mouth was numb, her voice meek, but there was conviction in her words. “They’ll… come… and we’ll… get you…”
            Clucking his tongue, Joker shook his head. “I’m impressed, cherie. You’ve still got a spark in you after all. I really thought you’d break…”
            “I-”
            “Shhh.” The harlequin’s clawed finger poked her upper lip, prompting a disgusted shiver from her. “You’re going to want to save the use of your tongue for other things, darling.”
            He pulled away. The tentacle that had been lightly stroking her cheek moved. Its tip fattened, became thicker and more rounded. Around her neck, the tentacle coiled just a bit tighter as the tip hovered over her mouth. Yayoi’s eyes flew open in panic. No, not there! Not there! She pressed her lips tightly together, turned her head this way and that to get away from it. Her buried hands clenched into fists… if she could just move her arms, tear them free of the coils, she could force it away… Slimy flesh pushed hard against her lips. She made a sound, a revolted sound of denial. Around her neck, the tentacle tightened. Below, another burst of hot seed flooded her, and the invader in her sex swelled. Her breasts were constricted, the one at her belly swirled around.
            She knew what they were trying to do, but she couldn’t let it happen. Couldn’t let it-
            The rounded head coated her lips with warm slime, made them slick with it. With them lubricated, it slid between them, inflated, forced her mouth open…
            “Mmmmgh! NNNNN!”
            Oozing flesh pressed on her tongue. It burrowed in deep, too soft to bite down on, she could barely breathe. Muffled squeals of protest filtered from her lips as she tossed her head back and forth. It nestled itself millimeters from the back of her throat, pulsed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth… She gagged, hating the spongy softness of its skin, the bitterness of its fluid… Below, she was filled again…and at the same time, a much quicker bulge raced through the one in her mouth. Hot, sticky, slimy stuff flowing down her throat… she couldn’t drink it all, had to swallow as much as she could… The overflow dribbled down her chin.
            Jostled back and forth between them, violated at both ends, Yayoi screamed even as her mouth was flooded a second time. Her natural instincts took over, kept her from choking by suckling the tentacle and swallowing over and over. Even more tentacles crawled over every inch of her they could reach… over her ears, across her forehead, underneath her arms, burying her in themselves, thrusting and stroking and spilling and overwhelming her senses. Her belly and her womb were full, so very full, but no matter how much seed she took in, there was always more…
            Once more, time ceased to have meaning. Submerged in countless writhing coils, it seemed that nothing existed apart from her and her tormentors. They never tired, never halted even for a moment, a twisted perpetual motion machine with her at the center. Unbidden pleasure wracked Yayoi’s body again and again until it was all she could feel, all she could imagine. Her mind took flight…
            Joker watched it all without a sound.
            There was no way of knowing when they finally pulled away. By that time, Yayoi was past feeling anything but climax after climax, one atop another. But gradually, she became aware of the blaring spotlight shining down on her. The pit was gone, she lay back on the stage. Every inch of her naked body gleamed with a thick coating of warm and viscous fluid, as if she had bathed in it. She was so full, too heavy to move, her limbs paralyzed, her mouth hanging open.
            Above her, the dark shape moved into the halo of the spotlights. It smiled. “You did very well today, Yayoi-chan,” it said. “Your first training session is complete. Still no Precure, but maybe they’ll come tomorrow. Of course, if you do feel like seeing them sooner…”
            Yayoi panted, wishing she could shut her ears and block out his words.
            “… all you have to do is pledge yourself to me. Your mind, body, and soul. Swear your loyalty to me, and I’ll let you see your friends. I’ll even take the pain away… you won’t have to feel anything but pleasure ever again.”
            Yayoi shivered, tears blurring her vision.
            “Remember what it was like in the Ball of Neglect?” Joker whispered. “No fighting. No suffering. No one else to worry about or get in the way. Just you, happy, forever. I can make you feel like that again, but better… better than you can imagine. All it takes is serving me. What do you say?”
            Her lips moved. The fluids cooled on her skin. In a small, creaking voice, she breathed: “No…”
            Joker shrugged. “Fair enough. There’s always tomorrow. We have all the time in the world for you to change your mind, Yayoi-chan.”
            “The… Precure…” Just saying the word brought more tears to her eyes.
            “They aren’t coming,” Joker hissed. “They aren’t coming. Ever.”

MÄRCHENLAND
            The four Precure staggered painfully upright, battered and bruised.
            “I don’t… get it…!” Nao gritted her teeth, clenching her fist so hard that her nails dug into her palm, almost drawing blood. “How is she this strong?!”
            Reika brushed back a lock of her hair, unflappable as always despite the flashes of pain that threatened to consume her body. “This isn’t working. We must come up with a new plan…”
            “We’ve got to keep trying.” Wincing, Miyuki clutched her arm. Thank heaven nothing felt broken… yet… “No matter what it takes, no matter how hard it is, we’ve got to keep trying!”
            Akane was silent.
            Before them stood Bad End Peace, barely scratched, electricity crackling at her fingertips. Her blank golden eyes were wide, crazed with glee. Against all logic, the longer they fought her, the stronger she seemed to grow… she wasn’t even out of breath. Her fists rained hammer blows down upon her former comrades, her heels drove into them without mercy. Even her smallest sparks that touched them felt like making contact with an electric fence. Peace was like a small, dark lightning bolt of inexhaustible fury, a storm that only grew worse and worse instead of winding down.
            “Is that it?” Peace tilted her head in a quizzical manner. “That can’t be it, can it? Come on, I know you can’t use the Rainbow Burst anymore, but you could at least try to beat me…”
            Above her, Joker flipped upside down and shrugged his shoulders. “Très inconvenient, isn’t it? Their strongest attacks only work if all of them are together.” That sharklike grin spread across his face. “I don’t suppose you’d consider going back to them, just to make it a fair fight?”
            Hatred erupted inside Peace at the mere thought. “Not a chance, Master.”
            Joker giggled. “Good girl.”
            “Yayoi-chan, don’t listen to him!” Miyuki limped forward, starting to reach for her lost friend… only to have Nao and Reika grab her and hold her back. “This isn’t you! You’re not evil, you’re one of us!”
            Blank golden eyes glowered back at her without a trace of Yayoi’s warmth or softness.
            “Happy’s right,” said Nao. She set her lip and swallowed heavily before she continued. “No matter what happens, no matter what he did to you, we’re still your friends, Yayoi-chan. That won’t change.” The green Precure leaned close to Miyuki’s ear. “Happy, this isn’t working,” she said in a hushed tone. “Beauty’s right, it’s time for a new plan…”
            “What do we do? How do we save her?”
            “Perhaps if we fall back to the palace and have Candy and Pop-san share their powers with us…” Reika trailed off.
            A small, hopeful look flitted across Nao’s face. “Rainbow Healing, maybe?”
            “Perhaps. It would certainly be worth a try. Akane-san, do you think we-”
            “No.” Akane’s voice was as hard and cold as they had ever heard. “The only thing that’s gonna work is gettin’ rid of Joker, for good this time. No more Joker and no more Bad Energy means no more Bad End Peace, right?”
            Fear trickled down Miyuki’s back like trails of water. “Akane-chan…?”
            “I’ve had enough of this.” As she spoke, Akane slammed one fist into her open palm and pressed down, cracking her knuckles. “That bastard’s been needin’ a poundin’ ever since we first met him. Like hell I’m runnin’ away now.”
            Oh no. An icy hand grasped Nao’s heart and squeezed. She let go of Miyuki and started toward the orange Cure, filled with dread. “Sunny, you idiot, there’s no way we’re letting-”
            “I’m not askin’ you to let me.” Akane looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes were shadowed by her bangs, but there was that same old cocky Akane grin… in sharp contrast to the tear marks on her cheeks. “I’m tellin’ you I’m not runnin’. Not this time. You all go… I’ll buy you time and cover.”
            “No!” The scream welled up from deep inside Miyuki. Clawing at Nao and Reika’s arms, she shook her head in sheer, helpless terror for what her friend was about to do. “Sunny, no, you can’t! We’ll all fight together, and we’ll find another way! Su-”
            Akane smiled bitterly. “See ya.” She snapped her fingers…
            A towering wall of flame erupted between herself and the other three Cures. Fueling itself with the dead grass, it soon spread yards to either side, a dividing line separating them from their friend…
            Miyuki stared in silence, the glow of the fire dancing in her wide, frightened eyes.
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