Darkness Within

Disclaimer: I do not own Love Hina, that's the property of... I forget. Neither do I own Sailor Moon, Video Girl: Ai, or Great Teacher Onizuka.




Haruka seethed. Her anger was an almost palpable thing hovering just under her control.

“Alright, Setsuna,” Haruka growled out each separated syllable of the other woman’s name, “what the hell is going on? Would you please explain to me why my friends had to pull me out of that hellhole, with Hotaru running along side, trying to close my stomach back up?” She was completely aware she was screeching at the end, but didn’t give a damn.

Setsuna gave the Sky Senshi a look that froze her rage. Haruka swallowed and deflated. “Something… unexpected has happened. We should not have encountered the Unsidhe Court so soon. You aren’t ready to face their homunculi yet. The Gates showed nothing. It doesn’t make any sense.”

Makoto looked blankly at the emerald tressed woman. “I really didn’t understand any of that.” She leaned over to the petite girl on the other side of the couch. “You catch any of that?”

Ami shook her head in response. “Not really. I’ve heard of an ‘Unseelie Court,’ but never ‘Unsidhe.’”

“They’re the same thing,” murmured Setsuna, visibly pulling herself out of her thoughts. “Or rather, they’re both human names given to the same thing. Most humans can’t force their mouths to actually make the sounds necessary for the Unsidhe Court’s true name.”

“‘Unseelie Court, a classification of all forms of rather nasty fae. From evil elves and regular goblins, to full-blown hobgoblins and even nastier red caps. Known to have ties with the trees and forests of the world, they are often responsible for the ‘spirited away’ phenomena, whereby a person is stolen away to the fae realm. Some stories attribute a kind of ‘twisted time’ to the fae realm. A day within the world of the fae may be a year to the outside world. A traveler could spend a thousand years in the company of the fae, only to return to his normal world and age retroactively, growing a thousand years older in the span of moments.’”

Everyone stared at Minako.

“What?” the girl wondered, “I used to live in Britain. I’d better know at least something about the elves.” She frowned. “Though, there wasn’t anything in the legends about homunculi.”

Setsuna nodded slightly. “There wouldn’t be. Homunculi come from the idea of alchemy, creating things through the use of the four elements of earth, fire, wind, and water. Homunculi are human beings made with the use of alchemy, but have no souls. Thus, they are an abomination to nature.”

“We’ve faced a lot of abominations to nature,” growled Haruka. “But none of them have ever just rode out our attacks like that.”

“Did you not hear what I just said?” Setsuna snapped. Then she leaned back in her seat, took a deep breath, and seemed to get control of herself again. “No, sorry, it’s not your fault.

“Homunculi are soulless. Our brand of magic is based entirely on the soul, even if it is the soul of a planet. That’s why the attacks just washed off the homunculus.”

Hotaru looked confused. “But that scary guy, with the feathers, he hurt the homunculus.”

Haruka suppressed a shudder at that. He had been beyond creepy. “Who was that freak, Setsuna? What did he do? With that ball of light, what did he do?”

“She was a woman,” came a voice. Haruka turned her head to look at Rei. The priestess looked like shit. Red, swollen eyes. The frightened girl was chewing on her bottom lip, studiously examining her hands.

Rei went on. “She may have been fake, evil, and literally soulless, but she was a woman. And that… that THING’S power is based on… conquering women. That thing, it’s what every human rapist aspires to be; perfect at owning and humiliating.

“And it’s fighting itself. Part of it wanted to destroy everything, and own anything it couldn’t destroy. But there was something holding it back, something keeping it from just cutting loose.”

Haruka saw that Minako didn’t understand. The younger girl opened her mouth. “I don’t get it, Rei. Was it trying to…” She didn’t get a chance to finish as Rei came roaring out of her face, pulling something out of her skirt pocket.

Rei brandished the coin in Minako’s face. “It was like one of these!” she screeched. “Like one side of one of these was holding the other back! And whether we fancy the notion or not, we owe that thing! We owe it for not… for not…”

The priestess ran out of steam, her shoulder’s sagging. Rei’s body began to quiver, and the sound of hitched breaths reached Haruka. Usagi silently placed one hand on the girl, trying to comfort.

Rei slapped the hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t fucking try and say you’re there for me! You’re not! You can’t know what that thing’s like! You didn’t see what it wanted to do. I saw. I saw…” She began to sob again. Ignoring her quiet protests, Usagi pulled Rei into a tight embrace. Rei clutched Usagi desperately.


Hino Yasuhiko looked up from the address book when his granddaughter’s shrill screams reached his ears. He strained for a moment to understand the words, immediately sympathetic for Rei when he understood. Truly, this was a time when it would be better if Rei wasn’t so adept at reading the spirit world. Yasuhiko snorted. No point in mulling over might-have-been’s.

He flipped another page and found the number he was searching for. It had been a long time since he last dialed this number. As he punched it in his phone, he prayed that she hadn’t gotten a new place.

Someone picked up on the other line. “Who is it?” Hino wanted to jump for joy. It was her voice!

“Gekkashu, it’s Hino. Yeah, I know it’s been a while, but there’s no time for pleasantries. I think the Goukan-o are loose.”

Silence.

“That is very bad news, Hino.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know it is.”


It was still early morning when I awoke. Unfocused eyes stared into mine, the color of a harvest moon. Immediately, I understood there was something wrong with those eyes, but it would not come to me. They were the correct shape, no paling to suggest a cataract. There were no overly large veins. Indeed only the color was strange. But still, the sensation of wrongness struck me to the quick, and I was puzzled by those eyes.

An insect crawled languorously across the cornea.

In a flash, I was on the opposing side of the roof from the corpse. Mute lips were opened in a deadened scream. Flecks of blood splattered the rooftop, splashing in long, accusing fingers.

My soul reeled. The pounding of blood resounded throughout the world. My clothes were upon me. I do not mean that figuratively; in a moment, my clothes were CRAWLING upon my skin, like bloated spiders, situating themselves correctly. I think I may have screamed.

Then the world was spinning, and there came a tremendous smacking sound. It resembled something like a piece of meat being slammed onto a chopping block. I looked about, and I was on the ground again. The pavement around me was shattered and cracked, centering on my body, as though it was me that had caused the crater. But that was simply impossible. Not even my indestructible body was that hard.

‘It wasn’t! I am not that strong!’ I insisted to myself, fighting against a dark and growing revelation.

Running feet. People screaming.

I couldn’t let them find me here. If they did, they would see the crater, and wonder about the roof. And then they would… Panic seized me, and my limbs took flight.

I ran much longer than I ever had. Much longer than panic should have taken me. A great deal faster, as well. But in the end, I stumbled to the train station, not caring where I bought a ticket for. It was the loopline anyway; I could stay on all day and then get off whenever I chose.

And I would be alone. Alone sounded very good right then.

Haunted screams and weeping eyes rose up from the netherworld of my mind. I grabbed hold of my ears to block out the screams and shut my eyes to seal away those awful visions. I must have looked a fright to the other passengers, sitting in the back of the car, weeping and holding my head. I didn’t care.

When at last I looked up, it was perhaps midmorning. There were a fair amount of commuters today. Did that mean it was a workday? I honestly couldn’t remember what day it was. Lots of people, mostly salarimen types. Some students, and a few street punks.

Two particular people caught my eye. They were obviously together, from the way they were concentrated solely on one another. He was using his arm to brace himself against the door, holding his body steady to shield her from the push of the crowd. He said something to her and she nodded, sending shudders through her not-quite-blue hair. She shifted her kimono a bit, and something made him smile.

Unfortunately, I would never have that kind of life.

Someone’s rear bumped into my face. I looked up to lock eyes with the offender. The young girl stammered out an apology and looked away. I went back to my own contemplations. A moment later it happened again. This time, I furiously stared up at the girl. A blush bloomed on her face as she apologized. After staring hard at her for a few seconds, I again sank back down.

For whatever reason, my eyes went upwards. There was the girl again, looking down at me. Her lower body flinched at my gaze. And a conclusion came. She had been purposely doing it!

My beast had been a tranquil lake all morning. Now, a ripple stirred across that surface.

My eyes snapped down, away from the girl who, for some perverse reason, was trying to provoke me. ‘She doesn’t know what she is doing,’ I warned myself. In that moment, I resolved to leave the train at the absolute next stop.

I saw it then. Some salariman’s hand was toying with the hem of a woman’s skirt. The woman’s face bore no expression of outrage, but instead, a kind of… wantonness. And just a few rows down, three men were pressing in against one woman. They tried to mask their movements with the motions of the train, but it was painfully apparent they were rubbing themselves against her in a lewd manner.
What bed of temptation was I sitting in? The stop finally came. I jerked up from my seat and spilled across those in my way to the door. It was a battle, but eventually I stood gasping in the station.

The train went on.

Up I looked. There stood nervously the couple I had been regarding earlier. Had they abandoned the train in a panic as well?

They saw me. For a moment, all three of us shared a glance. Then a nervous chuckle. And the couple and I went our separate ways.


The silent murder of crows regarded the manasili as it went about its day, moving away from the loopline. Thirteen and four pairs of beady black eyes followed it, not just in the physical world, but in the spirit as well.

The spiritual world rippled as the manasili passed. The substance of the road bubbled and changed in fundamental ways, coming to reflect the creature that walked it. Buildings changed as well, shifting to a new nature. Nor were the humans left unaffected by the passing of the creature. More than one man turned to look at a woman in a different light and more than one couple brushed just a little bit closer together.

For there was too much power in the manasili. It was young and inexperienced, and fed far too much last night. It was a beast of sex as much as conquest, and now its nature was spewing out into the spirit world, altering things in subtle yet undeniable ways. These changes were resonating with one another, bringing about yet more changes, beginning a downward spiral.

Just as had happened on the train.



Kanzaki Urumi grit her teeth at the sound of her mother’s voice.

“Urumi-chan, could you go out and pick up some of that specialty udon? I was planning on making some tonight.”

‘Why the hell doesn’t she ever do this herself?’ Rather than say that out loud, Urumi voiced her submission. She reluctantly removed herself from her room and went to the front door.

The ‘specialty udon’ consisted of a particular mixture of spices and herbs that Urumi found quite distasteful. Her mother never seemed to catch on that Urumi always ate a considerable amount less than usual each time it was served. Urumi’s mouth curled upwards into a sneer. Darling Mother barely noticed anything beyond Urumi’s IQ.

A little nip of winter made the girl shiver. In retrospect, she should have brought a jacket out with her. What was that they said about hindsight, about it always being one hundred percent? Ah well, it wasn’t too cold out.

Urumi was normally thankful that the udon her mother wanted was rather hard to find. Unfortunately, to get it, Urumi needed to hop on the loopline, then get off around Shibuya. No clouds dotted the sky, for which the girl was grateful. It would not be any kind of fun at all to walk home in the rain.

She slipped her rail card through the reader and moved to stand behind the yellow line. Just like the squeaky voice in the loudspeaker said to. Kanzaki truly hated public transportation. The dingy metal transport squealed to a stop in front of her. When she saw the packed car for the train, Urumi just had to sigh in exasperation.

To be fair, the car wasn’t as crowded as it could have been, not as bad as some times Urumi rode. But still, it was hardly enjoyable to stand all the way to Shibuya. Urumi grasped a pole, sharing the iron support with a high school boy. The boy looked at her for an overlong time, something odd in his gaze. Urumi’s glare set him to examining his feet. The train gave an electric hiss, and they were off.

There was only the sound of the train sliding along it’s appointed track. After a few meters, Urumi saw that the boy was looking at her again. She fired back with another glare. She knew she was attractive, but this guy acted like he’d never seen a prettier face. She sent another scowl at the back of his head, just for good measure. The scowl turned inward when something electric shot down her abdomen.

A sudden turn jolted the car. The high school boy had to grab hold of the bar with his other hand to keep upright. Urumi sensed something which started cool then became warmer envelop her hand. Her eyes went from the strange boy to where her own hand sat on the pole.
His was covering hers.

The poor boy came close to panicking at her expression. He tore his hand away and stood rigid, facing forward. Kanzaki felt a pain and forced her grip to relax from the pole.

Kanzaki was not stupid. In point of fact, the furthest thing from stupid. She boasted an IQ of well over two hundred. A longstanding hobby of hers was devouring advanced literature; everything from classic writings to philosophical treaties. Medical texts containing descriptions of female sexual arousal fell within that range. Kanzaki’s overarching contempt for other people might have resulted in her never experiencing these symptoms first hand, but she knew of them. And she refused to accept that some loser she didn’t even know was the cause of them!

Kanzaki backed off her anger with a deep breath. It wasn’t really this guy’s fault he was doing this. There were many well documented cases—again, in those wonderful medical texts—of individuals experiencing wildly varying mood swings when they came out of a psychological shell. And Urumi could admit to herself that just such a thing was happening to her because of Onizuka-sensei’s influence. She took another breath. So doing, she decided to ease up on blaming the guy.

The lights flickered. Looking up, Urumi examined the lights. They blinked once, twice, then held strong. Urumi was satisfied. She lowered her gaze. The guy was looking at her again. Sighing, Urumi gave up trying to scare him off.

Air brakes screeched.

The jolting stop required Kanzaki to shoot out her other hand, gripping the pole to keep from landing on her rear. Her body was jostled forward into the boy’s. The contact forced the air out of her lungs in a whooshing ‘oomf.’ But that was not what kept her pressed against the boy overlong.

He could not have cut an impressive figure at the pool; neither fat nor scrawny, but not anywhere close to either muscle man or bishounen ideals. His chest was hardly rock solid when Urumi crashed into it, but nonetheless… All the medical texts in the world failed to prepare her for the sensations now hitting her. Mated with her emerging emotions, Urumi could recognize that she was getting into serious hot water.

‘I hope that’s his wallet.’ But she thought it painfully obvious that it wasn’t. It sat far too close to center. The “wallet” pressed through two sets of pants to rest along her left buttock. For reasons even Urumi couldn’t explain, she shifted her rump to rest the “wallet” lewdly in the cleft between her cheeks. She heard the boy’s breaths coming in harsh gasps, blowing hot into her ear. The quivering tightening of in her abdomen constricted even further. Intellectually, the girl knew her womb was coming out of its ‘rest’ position, rising into a setting to better receive semen. Physically and emotionally, she knew it was pleasantly uncomfortable.

She also knew just how to get it to go away.

Not wishing for the “wallet” caress to leave her bottom, Urumi reached around behind her. She found the boy’s head easily enough and pulled him to face her as she tilted her head to look at him. The poor guy was frozen between wanting to go forward and retreating. His brown eyes displayed both hesitancy and desire. The girl stretched her neck to reach up and kiss him.

Lips, soft, warm, touched hers.

Urumi almost slumped under the lightning-shiver that contact caused. A bolt of pleasure surged down her spine to pool in her womb. Her tongue emerged from her mouth to entreat entrance to his. He accepted.

And he tasted wonderful! Hesitant at first, he warmed into the kiss, sliding his tongue over hers, very nearly turning the kiss into an act of intercourse in of itself. The slightly sweet, slightly meaty flavor of his mouth drove Urumi mad, making her press herself even closer to him.

A third body bumping into her reminded the girl of where they were. Face red at expected scrutiny, Urumi looked around quickly. To her left, a pair of lovers were laying down, making out across the benches. More groupings sprawled along the floor, making it nearly impossible to see the actual steel beneath the not-quite-nude flesh. One particularly lucky young woman stood upright, her body worshipped by a pair of attractive men. The ecstatic smile on her face and the glint see from behind her glasses made it obvious she approved of the treatment.

Right at that point, Urumi was beyond caring how an orgy had been declared on the train. She was only grateful that it had. Running her fingers along his arms, she gingerly pried one hand of his away from the pole. The girl brought it up to her mouth to place kisses on the palm. She stared hard into his eyes, finding once again hesitancy. But hesitancy that was gradually being devoured by the awesome weight of his desire.

She placed his hand on her breast.

His eyes widened in shock. Urumi smiled as his warmth flowed into her chest. She whimpered when the boy’s hand flexed, causing her nipples to tighten. Kanzaki’s other hand went out on its own volition to take a firm hold of his butt. He jerked toward her at that.

This time, he started the kiss. During it, some form of primordial vocalization spilled out from his throat. This call was answered by Urumi’s groan of acceptance, prompting them both to even greater and ever more hungry heights.

Urumi felt awash in heat. Wildfires blazed along her skin, every one emanating from her abdomen. Blood vessels in her body had opened to their widest possible, bringing body heat to the surface that could never even be realized normally. Her heart was beating faster, forging ahead with ever greater levels of warmth. Her partner was feeling the same thing, and the heat the pair generated seared into the flesh of one another, circling ever closer to the summit.

Their pants disappeared. His blood-stiffened cock—yes, his COCK!—sprang into view. Her distended and inflamed vulva displayed itself boldly to the air. The penis’ purple, already-weeping head entreated entrance to her body. The pussy gaped and gasped hungrily, greedily granting permission.

He pushed his way into Urumi, gently forceful. Her hymen was shredded, but Urumi grit her teeth and held on to his hands. Those hands closed in reflex, sending yet another shock of ecstasy through her. In response, she pounded her hips back into him, driving that wonderful organ deeper.

Kanzaki Urumi was in heaven. She just couldn’t remember dying.
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Author's Notes: Nothing like a gang-bang on the train to lighten the mood! Yeah, i know it's been a while since the last update, but i just couldn't get the scene with Urumi to work, or figure out an adequate explanation for the homonculus. Guess that's what i get for writing before i got everything figured out.
'Nother thing. Some of you have expressed their concerns over the appearance of crossover characters, particularly Sailor Moon, in this work. First off, i did warn you at the outset that weird shit was going to be happening. Nextly, i can assure you that those characters are not being thrown in simply to be rape-fodder. All crossovers will have an eventual point and a part in the plot.
Part of me wanted to add more crossovers, but there was no way to work them into the plot.
Next time: the name of Urumi's mystery beau! More fun with the Sailor's! Keitaro tries to re-aclimatize himself to the Hinata House! All this and a bag of chips!