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Diamohns are Forever	By : SailorSol Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 22490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING: This chapter contains a GRAPHIC RAPE scene. If such things bother you, then please skip from one marker to the next. It will be easy to see them.

EARTH�S DESTINY

Nine months after the defeat of Galaxia, in a suburb of Los Angeles, California.

Akari Chiba sat in her room at the California Institute of Technology, toying with a lock of her knee-length auburn hair and staring out the window. Her hazel eyes were half lidded as she daydreamed about the last six months.

Shortly after the beginning of the school year, she had been approached at her favorite reading spot by a Japanese exchange student named Mamoru Chiba. He had been given a year at the college because of a ground-breaking paper he had written on the subject of Organic Chemistry. Some of the native students had bet him that he could not take her out.

He had persuaded her to look at him, and something had happened within her when she had complied. It was as if she had found a missing part of herself, some piece of her soul that she had not known was gone. She knew everything about him, immediately: the tragedy that deprived him of his parents; the alien that had befriended him in the hospital; his life in the orphanage afterwards; his life in Tokyo; his soul-bonded love, Usagi; his secret identity as Tuxedo Kamen; his time in the Dark Kingdom, alongside her �uncle� Kunzite; all his battles since then; his daughter from the future, ChibiUsa; and his intent to make Usagi his wife when he returned to Tokyo.

Even though she knew that it would not be forever, she had acquiesced to his request for a date, and then to go to his apartment with him, and then his unspoken desire to make love to her. They had been nearly inseparable ever since then, spending every weekend together: sometimes going places during the weekend; sometimes simply spending the entire weekend making love between meals.

She broke from her ruminations to gaze lovingly at a portrait of herself and Mamoru, which had been taken on the Santa Monica Pier during their trip there. Though she knew that she really should be studying, but she was actually looking forward to the following day, when she would take him out for another weekend at Disneyland, one of her favorite places. She was planning the entire time, but her train of thought was rudely interrupted by a not-so-familiar pain.

It was almost the same as the ones that she always had just before an earthquake, but it felt much stronger, and much more imminent. Also, there wasn't any indication of where the activity was to take place, or when it was to be, or even the magnitude. Try as she might, she simply couldn't pinpoint any useful information about it at all, then, as abruptly as it had started, the pain ceased.

She waited for a few moments, wondering when the shockwave was coming, but none ever did. Something else happened, however, that sent a deep chill down her spine, reminding of the few times that she had witnessed her Gifu-san turn his current wife, her mamahaha, into a youma.

Somewhere down the long hall that eventually led to her room, Akari heard the piercing shrieks of literally dozens of girls. The auburn-haired woman was well used to hearing them playing around and screaming loudly, but this time it sounded vastly different. Now, the cries were those of absolute terror, not light-hearted fun, and she ran out of her room to see if there was anything that she could do to help.

A peculiar odor filled the hallway, and at first she thought that there was a fire of some sort in the building, but there was no smoke that she could see anywhere, as there would be if that had been the case. Panicky girls were running everywhere in an attempt to escape from something, and all too soon, Akari finally saw the reason why. A THING was working its way down the corridor, and it frightened her deeply, her terror suddenly rooting her to the spot.

She had seen others similar to it, always at the control of Gifu-san, and she suddenly wondered what reason one of them would have for terrorizing the girls of her Dorm. Was he coming for her?

The hideous creature heading directly toward her looked like nothing more than a giant reddish-black slug, with huge bulbous eyes on long, wavering stalks, and a gigantic, round maw, lined with hundreds of large, sharp teeth, extending from all angles. The visage both disgusted and horrified her, and she dearly wanted to run away as the other girls were doing, but she found herself unable to make so much as a single move.

She was certain that this was to be the last day of her young life of twenty-three years, and she began to regret that she had never told Mamoru of her true feelings. Somehow she now knew for a fact that the thing was after her for some reason, and that it was certainly going to kill her.

A scream tried valiantly to escape from her throat as the terrifying beast slowly lumbered toward her, but it got stuck somewhere halfway out, for not one sound emerged. Her mouth worked to force the shriek out, but to no avail, and still the thing came down the hallway.

Just when it got within ten feet of her position, a brilliant purplish-white sphere of light sprang into being right in front of her eyes, nearly blinding her, and floated within easy reach of her hand, should she stretch out her hand to it.

Inside that glowing globe, a thick purple stick appeared, nearly eight inches in length, with a golden five-pointed star atop a ball at one end, and a golden cap on the other. In the center of that star, a cross-quartered circle, which her analytical mind identified as the Astrological symbol for Earth, was emblazoned prominently.

The whole thing caught and held her eyes, and she found herself reaching for it, somehow knowing that it was the right thing to do. At the same time, a spot on her forehead just above and between her delicately arched eyebrows began to tingle fiercely.

The massive creature reared back from the brilliant light, roaring out its fury, and Akari quickly realized that if she didn't take that still floating stick, she most certainly would die, so, though she had faltered for a few moments, she decided to take it.

Just as her left hand closed around the purple object, the tingle became a warm sensation that flared into being in the center of her forehead, and her mind was flooded with long-forgotten information, even as the English words came unbidden to her lips.

"Terra Planet Power Transform!" she cried out loudly in Japanese, holding the short wand firmly, her hand raised over her head.

Raw power flooded through her entire body, causing her intense pain, which passed almost as quickly as it occurred, for her newly altered body adjusted rapidly to the influx of earth-born power, making it hers.

On the heels of that agony, ancient, long-buried memories came to the fore - she was Sailor Terra, the Senshi of the Earth, and was once the first cousin to Prince Endymion. Her powers could quite literally crack the planet wide open, and she had not been needed since the end of the Silver Millennium, more than ten thousand years before.

Her hands were encased in long purple-topped white gloves that reached to the middle of her upper arms. She was now clad in a white fuku with a purple skirt a lavender bow in front over her upper chest and a deep plum bow behind her at the small of her back, the �sailor flap� under her hair was the same color as the skirt.

Her hair was like usual; the front half gathered into a ponytail on the top of her head, save that the scrunchie she normally wore was replaced with a live vine of some kind, complete with small leaves.

At the very same time, the knowledge of how to use her awesome powers entered her mind, and she used them.

"Terra Shock Wave!" she shouted. Starting with her hands crossed over her head, and then bringing them down to either side of her body, she clapped them forcefully in front of her. An arc of intense power sprang from her outstretched hands, shaking the ground under her feet as it sped toward the enemy in front of her.

The blast struck the creature squarely, as it had no place to run in the confined space of the corridor, and it shrieked in abject agony. Then its form began to waver from the attack, and it quickly vanished from her sight. As soon as the creature disappeared completely, a girl showed up exactly where the thing had been, and she collapsed to the ground, totally unconscious.

Sailor Terra went over to see if the young woman was alright, completely unaware of the caped figure in black with the top hat that had shown up behind her, only to vanish just as quickly as he had appeared.

On the balcony of his apartment, Tuxedo Kamen allowed himself to return to his civilian guise of Chiba Mamoru, wondering why he had felt such a pressing need to become the caped figure while in America.

He also was concerned about the identity of the strange new Senshi, for he had arrived mere moments after the beginning of her transformation having watched her literally burst out of a pillar of stone. She had been in grave danger, of that there was no doubt in his mind, and he felt strangely drawn to her, much like the way he was pulled whenever Sailor Moon was in trouble back home in Tokyo. And this occurrence puzzled him deeply.

For the rest of that evening, the tall, raven-haired exchange student and guest lecturer mulled over the strange events, and found no answers, even though the puzzle kept him up for most of the night.

He was sorely tempted to write to his friends in Japan who knew his secret so that he could tell them about the new Senshi, but decided against it for some reason, which he could not explain, even to himself. After all, how could he possibly explain the appearance of a new Sailor Senshi, especially one whose powers were those of the planet that HE represented. That was the most confusing thing of all.

The next day, when he went out for the weekend with Akari, he was slightly distracted at the beginning, but her mere presence quickly brought him back to where he most wanted to be, by her side.

That was when he finally admitted to himself that he had most definitely fallen deeply in love with the vibrant woman. Though he felt slightly guilty for doing so, he simply couldn't help himself. He loved Akari, and nothing could change that simple fact.

Though he never forgot his friends and intended wife back home, at that time, he wanted only to be with her. She made it so very easy to set that part of his life aside, and he was happy to do so when they were together, but on the other hand, he now thought of them even more.

~*~*~*~

Five days after the first time she had transformed, Akari again felt that strange, sharp pain which had preceded the creature's attack in her Dorm. She was in class at the time, so she quickly told the professor that she desperately needed to visit the Campus Clinic. He gave her permission to leave, and she hurried from the laboratory classroom, heading in the direction where the medical people were housed, but she had no intention of actually arriving there.

Once she found a secluded area, she pulled out the short purple wand, raised it high over her head, and transformed into Sailor Terra. As soon as her change was complete, she suddenly knew which direction to go, and approximately how far she had to travel to get there.

Taking to the rooftops, and heading almost due north, leaping lightly from building to building, it didn't take her very long at all to locate the small gravel quarry in Alta Dena, where another of the huge, monstrous creatures was rampaging through the site, scattering workers in every direction. It was very similar to the first one she had seen, but this one was a nauseating greenish-red color, and had long appendages that it was using as either arms or legs, whatever seemed to be needed at the time.

The beast horrified her, but she knew that there was most likely a hapless person trapped inside of the thing, so she leaped down into the pit to do battle with the monster. Unfortunately, she had forgotten all about the surrounding terrain.

As she landed, one purple-booted foot slipped on the loose gravel, causing her to stumble, landing hard on one knee and skinning it badly on the small rocks. She managed to quickly regain her footing, only to have to jump out of the way as it lashed out at her with one of its leg-arms.

Several times she was forced to dodge the creature's attacks, then she slipped again, this time falling full length on the gravel, and subsequently rolling down the rocky incline. She finally came to a stop face down on the floor of the pit, very close to the actual location of the massive beast.

As she levered herself back up to her knees, Sailor Terra looked up and saw the gigantic monster rearing over her, readying itself to strike again in some fashion. Fear filled her heart, and once again, she was certain that she was going to die.

Suddenly, a pair of strong, black-clad arms wrapped themselves around her, lifting her off the ground, and taking her out of harm's way in a mighty leap to the rim of the gravel pit. Once there, Sailor Terra saw the thing below let out a stream of reddish-orange fire, aimed directly at the spot where she had been only a split-second before. Only then did she realize that someone had just saved her life.

A single sidelong glance showed her a strikingly handsome man in a black tuxedo, complete with a full length, red-lined opera cape and silk top hat, and a white domino-style mask, which served to obscure his eyes.

As he gently set her to her feet, he pulled out a short stick, or baton from a breast pocket of his coat, which quickly extended into a full-length cane, that he held tightly in his right hand, as the other arm was still securely wrapped around her slender waist. She knew at that moment that Mamoru had been somehow compelled to come to her rescue as Tuxedo Kamen, and she was glad that he had arrived when he did.

Just then, the fearsome creature below aimed another blast of flame at the two of them. The caped man then began to rapidly spin his cane like a baton, and somehow managed to deflect the fire away from them, and causing the monster to roar out its frustration.

At a curt nod from the black-clad masked man, Sailor Terra dropped to her right knee, totally ignoring the pain, which shot through her from the abraded skin there, then waved her left hand from the ground beside her in an arc toward the creature down in the center of the pit.

"Terra Landslide Smash!" she yelled clearly, her voice strong and steady. The walls of the gravel pit then began to rise up, and crashed down on the beast, literally inundating the thing under tons of loose gravel and sand. But even that wasn't enough. The creature immediately began to claw it's way out of the trap, and the two watching from above knew that it was only a matter of time before it managed to completely free itself and continue its rampage.

"Use your Shock Wave on it!" the black-clad masked man cried out, pointing his cane at the monster below, even as he let half a dozen roses fly from his other hand. Those blossoms impacted the creature squarely, though they did little actual damage, and only served to enrage the thing further.

"Right!" Sailor Terra nodded firmly. She then crossed her hands over her head, brought them down on either side of her, and clapped her gloved hands forcefully together in front of her body.

"Terra Shock Wave!" she called out loudly. The arc of power sped out from her hands, rippling the loose rock as it went, until it impacted the hideous creature with a force that proved to be devastating.

As before, the beastly, slug-like shape wavered and faded away, soon revealing the form of a construction worker, who then fell senseless to the ground. Now that the danger was over, Sailor Terra turned to confront her rescuer, but somehow failed to catch his eyes behind the mask. Then, a split-second later, the tall figure in black gave a mighty leap, leaving her alone on the rim of the rocky pit.

Feeling like she should say something to the tall masked hero, Sailor Terra shook her head as she went over to check on the unconscious man. He was beginning to stir as she watched, so she decided to leave him to the authorities that were arriving at that very moment. Something told her that she should leave, so she jumped out of the pit, roughly following the path previously taken by Tuxedo Kamen, wondering where he had run off to, and why.

It didn't take her very long to return to the campus, where she resumed her normal identity, and quickly located the professor of her class, explaining that her problem was a feminine one due to the time of the month. He accepted her reason with a simple nod of his head, and then gave her the assignment that he had given to the rest of the class. After thanking profusely him for his understanding, Akari made her way back to her Dorm.

Just as she was about to enter the building where she had been living for nearly four years, a tall, distinguished-looking Japanese gentleman intercepted her. Though he was two inches shorter than Mamoru, he carried himself as if he was ten feet tall.

He wore a conservative three-piece silk suit of dark forest green with a matching tie over a pale green shirt, which was also of silk. His hair was long enough that it reached the middle of his back, was held back in a neat queue, and was so black that it had green highlights in it, and she found herself wondering if that was its true color, or if it was a reflection caused by his clothing. A quick glance told her that his eyes were the same color as his hair.

His long-fingered manicured hands spoke of aristocracy, and he carried a long, eagle-topped swagger-stick under his left arm. Everything about his dress and manner screamed of his wealth and eccentricity, and she found that she wanted nothing to do with someone like that. She was positive that he wanted only one thing, and was determined that he wasn't going to get it. She started to walk around him, but his deep voice froze her in her spot.

"So." his resonant tones seemed to echo. Though the words were in perfect English, there was a subtle Japanese dialect present. "There you are at last. I was beginning to wonder if you were coming back here at all today. We need to talk."

"I do not know you, sir." Akari replied softly, keeping her eyes lowered as was proper around strangers. "So I feer dat we have nothing to discuss. Now, if you wir prease excuse me, I must be going inside now." She again tried to go around him, but this time he actually moved to be in her way. She felt as if she should know the man, but her fear of discovery was far too great for her to ignore.

"I don't think so." his voice took on a chilling aspect. "I told you that we need to talk, and I will speak with you."

That had done it. He had given her an order, and all of her early training had constantly reinforced the rule that she was to obey any order that a man of her culture chose to give her, and she was bound by her honor to do just that. Her inner self would allow nothing else. So, she turned around to face him and bowed low from the waist, keeping her eyes lowered as was proper for a woman when addressing a man.

"As you wish." she said in a low voice. "Dere are seats over here where you can sit if you want. I wir hear you out."

She led him to a relatively secluded area where several benches stood near a flower bed. Taking a seat on one of them, she indicated that he should also be seated, but across from her so that she would have the chance to run if his idea of a 'talk' was something more horizontal. He sat where she pointed, crossing his legs and laying the swagger-stick across his lap.

"My name is Fushida Takagi." he started in flawless Japanese. "I trust that you have heard of my family."

"I am aware of them, Fushida-san." she answered in the same language, giving him another bow from where she sat, and using the more formalized speech required when a woman spoke to a man of higher status. "Gomen nasai, I am also very much aware of you and your exploits, and I must inform you that I do not wish to be your next escort to whatever you have in mind. My gifu-san is most strict about things like this, and he would not approve of me being seen with a playboy dilettante. Not even if he was a Fushida."

"You have me all wrong!" he began to laugh heartily, and Akari blushed from both his mirth, and her assumption. "If you know anything about me personally, then you would have known that I only choose to be seen with women who have long golden hair, preferably curly. Don't get me wrong, for you are a very attractive woman, and I would not mind going out with you, but that is not why I am here. And that doesn't stop the fact that I DO need to talk to you about a very important matter."

"Please forgive me, Fushida-sama, for my foolishness." she said quickly, giving him another low bow to show her contriteness. "I should have been aware that you were not interested in that. I have had to deal with the attentions of many gaijin here, and when they say they want to talk to a woman, they usually only mean one thing."

"I quite understand." he sounded more sober now. "And please, call me Takagi. When you address me so formally, I think that you are referring to my father, and I would rather not have to deal with him."

"Since you put it that way," she murmured, "I have no choice, though I feel most uncomfortable being so familiar when we have only just met."

"Ah! That's where you have it all wrong." Now his voice took on a serious tone. "We have met before, a very long time ago. I knew you over ten thousand years in the past, when you were one of the guardians of the Silver Kingdom, and one of the most powerful ones there were. Look me in the eyes Sailor Terra. Look deeply and see the truth of my words."

She was trapped, and she knew it. Somehow this stranger knew who she was, and had just given her another order, which she had to obey. Slowly, she forced herself to do as he bid, literally dragging her gaze upwards until she managed to meet his eyes squarely. What she saw there told her that he was telling the absolute truth. He was one of the two Guardians of Time, and she then realized that he knew exactly who she was as well.

"Pruto." she said in an awed whisper. The name of the farthest planet from the Sun came out in English, simply because there was no word for it in Japanese. "I DO know you. How did you find me? This is only the second time that I have had to use my new powers."

"Simple." Takagi's voice was still very sober, but there seemed to be a hint of mirth in it as well. "I followed you until you changed back. But even if I hadn't, I would still know you by the power you carry inside you. I can feel it from here - the power to crack the very planet lies in your hands, just as it did so long ago. I watched as you took care of that youma. Your abilities are quite formidable when dealing with them."

"Youma?" Akari questioned, still in awe that this strange man had learned her secret so easily. She was determined to be more careful when it came to the use of her powers, just in case anyone else had the same idea, but she was also intensely curious as to what he knew about the two monsters that had plagued her life recently.

"That is the best thing to call them." He shrugged one shoulder. "I have been fighting them for nearly four years all over Europe and America. During this time, I have gathered all of the Hogosha Kishi; the 'Guardian Knights' together save two - Prince Endymion, the Kishi of Earth, and Mercury, the Kishi of Speed. I have kept the rest of them in some contact with each other over a special frequency using a unique communications device. Just like this one." With that, he pulled a small plastic baggie that contained a small 'good-luck' medallion on a golden chain, and a silvery ear-cuff from his jacket pocket and held it out to her.

"Is this for me?" she asked softly, her eyes glued to the items inside the transparent bag, though she made no move to take it. "I do not know what to say. I am still very new to all of this, though I do remember a bit about what happened during the Silver Millennium. I have been having dreams for most of my life, but they have gotten stronger over the last week. They are misty, unfocused dreams that seem to make no sense at all. They are all about a war of some kind, and I seemed to lose everyone that I cared about. Other than that, I do not know anything more. But I do know one thing - Tuxedo Kamen is here for some reason. He saved my life today."

"I know that." Takagi said with a nod of his head, and a solemn tone in his voice, dropping his hand into his lap. "I saw him as well, as did several of the Kishi. I am just not sure if he was the REAL Tuxedo Kamen. After all, what would he be doing here in America, when he is supposed to be in Japan guarding Sailor Moon?"

"I have no idea, Takagi-san." Akari shook her head slowly, her gaze once more in her lap. "But I have the feeling that he was the real one. He FELT right. I know that somehow, but I cannot tell you HOW I know."

"If anyone would know the truth of it, you would." the tall man played idly with the thin stick in his lap. "I feel that he may be the Prince that I have sought, but I have never been able to get close enough to him to find out for sure, though I have seen him in the company of others who would know. And if he felt compelled to save you, then he MUST be the one I have been looking for."

"So, what do we do now?" she asked him softly. She was still extremely nervous discussing her new-found powers, but something about Takagi made her trust him, and she was glad to be able to talk to someone since she was unable to contact her imoto, her only confidant for most of her life.

"You put these on." He again held out the plastic bag. "The medallion is actually a powerful microphone. You have only to press it to talk, and a tiny switch on one side that is used for longer periods when you need to keep your hands free. The receiver is in the earpiece, and conducts the sounds through the cartilage of your ear. It is completely inaudible to anyone unless they are also wearing one. We use only our designations over the system, so you will be known only as 'Terra'. Since the local authorities seem to think that we are some sort of vigilante group, just one step above criminals, only I know who everyone else is. Not one of the Kishi is aware of any other in their civilian identities, and most of them think that this makes them like the super-heroes in American Manga."

"I suppose that is the best way to put it, Takagi-san." Akari nodded, only then did she reach out and gently took the small bag. Opening it, she pulled out the slender chain, and fastened it around her neck, then slipped the silvery ear-cuff into place on her left ear. "Is that the correct way to wear it? I seem to remember something like this from before, but I am not quite sure of it."

"Yes, but these particular devices come from the future." He said simply. "Now, you must not reveal who you are to anyone, no matter what, not even to the Kishi. Secrecy is the only defense that we have from the authorities here. If we were in Japan, there would be no problem, but here - well, I have always thought that Americans were a backward lot. Now, speaking of knowing someone, I have yet to learn your name." He chuckled softly at the last part.

"Oh! Please forgive me for my rudeness, Takagi-san!" She bowed low where she sat, her face growing hot from a furious blush. "I was so totally surprised by all of this that I forgot common courtesy. My name is Chiba Akari."

"A beautiful name." he murmured in a kindly manner, and then he reached up and touched the medallion that hung about his own neck. "Knights," he said in English, and Akari heard it, both through the air, and through the tiny device on her ear. She wondered why he used that particular language, but said nothing. "This is Pluto. I have contacted Sailor Terra, and have integrated her into our network. Introduce yourself to them, Terra."

"As you wish." she sighed heavily, then placed the fingers of her right hand on the golden charm and pressed it gently. "Dis is Terra," she said, using the same tongue that he had, feeling self-conscious about the strong accent that others told her she had. "And I am most preased to make your acquaintance, though I habe never met any ob you in dis rife. Dis may sound odd to most ob you, but I seem to habe a way to ter when dose creatures are going to attack. I feer dem, and when I transform, I can feer where dey are as wer."

"This here�s Sol." a warm-sounding voice resonated in her ear, vaguely reminding her of something from deep in the past, and giving her a warm tingle all over. Her mind then focused on a shining figure that had haunted her dreams since she was a child, the face of Taiyono, her Golden God. "Ah'm mighty glad that Pluto finally found ya, and even more happy that we have y'all as some sort of early warnin' system. We've had to find them youma demons th' hard way, and sometimes we jest don't get there in time." The voice took on a sorrowful, almost resigned tone that disturbed her.

"What do you mean by dat?" Akari asked into the tiny microphone, suddenly afraid of what the answer might be.

"Neptune 'ere." A broad Southern English or Australian accented voice came through rather loudly. "Oi've seen toimes when we've destroyed the monstahs, only to foind the bloke what was insoid t'be dead. That's what Sol means by bein' too laite."

"'E's roight." A similar sounding voice came through clearly. "Oi'm Uranus, an' we've seen many a chap or bird affected boi those creatyahs, an' it hurts insoid when we cahn't seem t'be aible t'do a bloody fing about it."

"Zat is all too true." This time the voice had a rather thick French accent to it. "I am Mars, and I 'ave seen many more times when ze victims are eizer dead or totally crazy from ze experiance. So eef you are able to tell us when ze creatures are about to attack, zen we will 'ave a better chance to save zem."

"That's right." another voice, which had the sound of a New Englander, spoke softly. "These youma devils are an abomination before the Lord, and if you have the ability to know where they are, and when they are about to attack, then you will be instrumental in saving lives that never should have had to be touched by this evil. I'm Moon, by the way."

"Den I am most grad dat I can feer when dey are coming." she told the voices in her ear. She felt much better now that she was able to talk relatively freely about things, and she began looking forward to actually seeing the Guardian Knights in person. "I wir inform you ar when I feer another youma, and ter you where it is once I am sure ob the rocation."

"That's after bein' the best news we've heard in a long time, lassie." A definite Irish Brogue sounded somewhat relieved. "I'm Saturn, an' I'm sure I speak fer all o' us when I say that I'm glad that ye've finally shown up. �Tis been a long time since ye've been needed, an' while I'm anxious t'be after meetin' ye again, I'm also afraid that the demons are only gonna be after getin� worse now. An' they were tough enough fer us as it was."

"That really disturbs me." Another foreign-sounding voice came through, having an almost Dutch accent to the words. "I'm Jupiter, and I agree with Saturn. We've been fighting an uphill battle, and I've been afraid that they would eventually get too strong for us to handle. But if your superior powers are up to the task, then more power to you."

"I'm Venus." another voice touched her ears, sounding like he belonged on a farm in the Mid-West somewhere. "And all I wanted to say was welcome to the team Terra, and I'm looking forward to meeting you in person."

"You will all get a chance to meet her after the next battle." Takagi smiled as he spoke into his communicator. "She will be there when we need her. Just don't talk her ear off, guys, she's only one person, and there is plenty of time for everyone. Pluto out." He then nodded to Akari, indicating that the strange conversation was at an end.

"All of those voices," she said softly, reverting to Japanese, and after she had removed her fingers from the device, feeling rather awed at the thought that they all seemed to trust her already. "I feel that I should know them, even though they sound strange. Where did they all come from?"

"I have gathered them from around the world." the tall man replied in a low tone, using the same tongue. "The youma have been attacking the people in many countries, and I have helped the Kishi fight them once they each found their powers. They are strong, but even the most powerful one of them cannot compare to the weakest of the Sailor Senshi."

"What will happen if they ever met the Senshi, Takagi-san?" she asked, curious now that she had heard from several of them. Even as she spoke, vague memories began to surface of working and fighting with the Kishi at her side.

"That must never happen." This time his voice was stern. "If the Kishi were ever to meet eyes with their opposites while empowered, the results could be disastrous for both of them. The Planet Call is a very powerful force, and will prove to be a great distraction to either half. I should know, for I made that mistake fifteen years ago, when I first found my powers, and then met Sailor Pluto. The compulsion can be fought, but it is a huge distraction if your Partner is fighting as well. You must be very careful not to meet eyes with Tuxedo Kamen, if he is indeed the Prince."

"What does this compulsion do to you?" she questioned, wondering what could be so terrible about meeting someone who was literally opposite in every way except the power that they held.

"It takes on a form that proves to be almost unbearable." Takagi sighed, sounding defeated. "To the persons involved, it - makes you want - "

"You do not have to tell me, if it makes you uncomfortable." Akari said quickly, embarrassed that she had asked something that he found hard to talk about. "I will be very careful not to meet his eyes. I cannot do it on my own in any case. Gifu-san was most adamant about things like that. So there is very little chance that I will suffer the way you are doing now."

"It is not all that simple." he sighed again. "When you are near to your opposite, you will be drawn to him almost uncontrollably. And if you ever DO meet his eyes, the need to be with him will be so strong that you will have a hard time resisting it. You will greatly desire to pillow with him. And the compulsion only gets stronger as time goes on. But it can be fought. It MUST be fought."

"Then I will make sure that I do not fall prey to this Planet Call which you speak of." she said, suddenly very sure of herself. "I have no desire to be forced to do anything against my will. Now, I really must go. I do have plans for tonight. I will let you know the next time that one of the youma decides to attack."

"Then, I will be seeing you." he replied, rising from his seat. �Oh!� he suddenly seemed to remember something. �Take good care of your communicator. It�s not waterproof. At least not yet, but we are working on them.� As he moved away, she also stood, gave him a polite bow, and finally made her way to the Dorm.

***** *****

Less than two weeks after her conversation with Takagi, Akari was surprised to be called to the ground floor of the dormitory building. She was even more surprised to see her gifu-san waiting for her. Without explanations, he told her that she was going to withdraw from school and move back home.

Akari tried to refuse, but he quickly caught her gaze with the ruby ring that was his power focus, and her will was no match for his. She had to follow his orders, and to make matters even worse, once they were in the car with her belongings packed into the back seat and the trunk, she was informed that if she did not do as she was told, her step-brother Yoshi would pay the price. Her hands were tied, and he knew that she would comply.

Then, Takara Chiba gave her the news as to what her new duties required, and she knew that she would much rather die. Her main job was to please him whenever he had the need, or requested it of her. She was literally to become his mistress, since what had once been his wife was no longer human enough to function in that regard. She reluctantly did as she was bid, and even endured the beating the first time he went to her room at night when he discovered that she was no longer untouched.

Her punishment was mercifully short. He then repaired all the damage, including that which he deemed to be the most important, her stolen maidenhood, only to shatter it the following night and fix it again afterward. It was then that Akari realized that he enjoyed taking it from her almost as much as he liked her screams. She also began to remember other times when she was younger that he would do the same thing, and it sickened her. Her health slowly started to deteriorate.

She also had many other chores heaped upon her slender shoulders once she had been told that both her stepsister Aster, and stepbrother Michi had died in a motor-cross crash in the pit-crew area. One of those duties happened to be the shopping. When she asked for the use of her little car, she was beaten for the thought, and the keys were removed from her custody. Therefore, she was forced to walk. It wasn�t that great a distance, but the knowledge that Gifu-san didn�t trust her to shop with her car hurt her deeply. It was just one more thing to cut her off from the world, since he had already taken away her communicator medallion and its matching ear-cuff the day she had moved back in.

She was on her way home one day, traveling by way of the route that she used most often, since it was the shortest, and she was often timed on her trips. As she was just passing the second house from the corner on her block, she was startled when a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her from behind, causing her to drop the load of groceries and her purse onto the pavement. She felt someone's harsh breath in her ear as a rough hand covered her mouth, stifling the startled scream that struggled to work its way past her lips.

The arms, which were attached to a large body, began dragging her through the bushes into a pseudo-alleyway between two houses. She started trying to kick at her attacker, not knowing who it was, and as the arms continued to crush her, her fear increased. Then, the arms threw her to the ground, and she got her first look at her attacker - Brad Hanson, the neighborhood bully-boy that had been trying to seduce her since they were in high school together. He had been attending Cal-Tech, but had been thrown out for trying to bribe a professor. Now he lived next door to her again.

RAPE SCENE BEGINNING. PLEASE SKIP TO NEXT MARKER IF YOU WISH

She started to pick herself up, but to no avail. In a matter of seconds, Brad was on top of her, tearing roughly at her silk blouse, popping all of the buttons in his frenzy, and baring her to the waist. She let out a shriek, and he clouted her heavily across her face. The blow stung, and she tasted blood in her mouth.

Her fear grew again as she realized that he was after only one thing, his own gratification. Then, his rough hands began to pull at her front-hook bra, bending all the fasteners to pull it open, exposing her full breasts to his calloused, groping hands. She felt her henshin wand in her skirt pocket, but she simply couldn't think well enough to summon up the willpower to transform. Her fear was all-consuming.

That was when he started grabbing and pinching the twin mounds, hurting her terribly. When she tried to scream again, he covered her mouth with his to stifle her cries. Totally terrified, she bit at his lips, tasting a second spurt of blood. Brad only laughed at the pain, then he started bunching up her full skirt, roughly pinching the insides of her thighs in the process. As soon as he had fully exposed her long legs, he rapidly tore at her silken panties. She hoped that the fabric would prove tougher than his strength, but she felt the cloth tear as he jerked repeatedly at it.

"I know that you've peen putting out for that damn Mamoru ever since Labor Day." Brad hissed into her ear, as he bit the area, hurting her with his sharp teeth. She could feel the warm trickle of her own blood there as he broke the tender skin, and she started to cry, the hot tears scalding her face. "Now I'm going to get what's coming to me. I'm tired of asking, so now I'm going to take it. Just like I did for your sister, and a bunch of other chicks. But you just wouldn't co-operate like a good little girl when I tried to give you the Rohipnol, so now we have to do it the hard way. I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

After that, he covered her mouth with one hand, and began to fumble with his pants, soon exposing his throbbing manhood. He quickly forced her legs apart, positioning himself between them and within mere moments, had roughly impaled her, ramming himself completely inside and causing her to scream against his palm. She felt as if he were trying to dislocate both of her hips, and had stabbed her deeply with something hot and sharp.

Again and again he drove himself into her, forcing shriek after shriek to escape her lips. There was nothing pleasant about the encounter, though the mechanics were the same, and she tried to fight him off. This was nothing short of violation, and she hated him for it. But the more she tried to fight him, the more he hit her, and the rougher he rammed his erection into her unwilling body.

Now Brad no longer cared if her screams sounded, for he was too involved with his own pleasure, grunting harshly with each painful thrust, battering inside of her with each powerful drive, and she could feel the hot flow of blood that seeped from her inner passage, telling her that he had torn her there as well.

Akari screamed until she was hoarse, frantically hitting at her rapist, but he was too strong for her, and he struck back twice as often as she landed totally ineffective blows on him. Over and over he drove himself into her, and she felt as if she were being torn apart inside. The pain was nearly unbearable, and she began to feel as if she were going to die. Her mind began to go blank as the impalement went on and on, and she could feel the edges of what she was sure was insanity creeping up on her.

RAPE SCENE OVER, WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR SCHEDULED FANFIC

Suddenly, Brad was pulled roughly from her battered body, and she dimly saw the shadowy form of another man as he proceeded to pummel at her attacker.

Mamoru had felt the fact that she was in trouble, and had appeared as Tuxedo Kamen. He had come across the rape in progress, and a cold fury filled him. He beat at the man, totally unheeding of the blood that spattered his white shirt and vest, and stained his white gloves. All he knew was that man had to pay for what he had done, and he didn't really care if he killed him.

At first, Akari's semi-conscious mind focused on the fact that it was Tuxedo Kamen who fought, but after Brad managed to run away, it was the concerned face of her former koibito Mamoru that looked down at her. Blood stained his hands and clothes, and she quickly averted her gaze, balling up her bruised body so he could not see all the damage the attack had inflicted, trying to spare herself as much shame as possible. But he stayed by her side, even as she curled up into a near-fetal position on the firm ground.

"Are you able to stand?" he asked gently in his native language, removing his jacket and softly draping it over her bared form.

"Please go away, Mamoru-chan." she pleaded softly in the same tongue from her bruised and battered face. "Your presence takes away my face and only adds to my shame. I cannot bear to have you see me like this."

�Get away from her!� Akari heard the strident voice that was Yumi�s, and the figure bending over her suddenly began defending himself from blows.

"Yumi!� she cried as loudly as she was able through a raw throat and bloody lips. �Matte, kudesai! Please wait! He did nothing except rescue me from my true attacker. He fought with Brad Hanson.�

�Honto desuka? This is the truth?� the older woman asked, her voice still sounding like a small shriek.

�It is, Yumi-san.� Mamoru replied with a polite bow, doing his best to remain civil even though everything inside him wanted to destroy the creature that she was despite her human guise. �She needs to see a doctor.�

�I will tell my husband.� She seemed to be almost confused, as if she could make no decision on her own. �You have been very helpful. He may wish to speak to you. I will take her now.�

Mamoru said nothing as he wrapped his jacket more firmly around her to better cover her nudity, noting that she flinched involuntarily at his touch. The psychology classes he had attended several years before told him that this was a typical response to rape, but it made him angry that the attack had made her react in this manner, and he was determined to make that Brad Hanson pay even further.

Even if he had to take matters into his own hands as Tuxedo Kamen, the same way that he had rescued her, he would see to it that the jock would answer for his crimes. He knew that she felt soiled, and her shame was apparent to his eyes, but, at the same time, he also knew that punishing that idiot jock legally would greatly aid in her recovery, as would the warm and loving understanding of one who was close to her. On the other hand, he was well aware that he would not be allowed to aid in that part of her recovery.

It didn't take too long to reach the house where she was now living, nor did it take too much to get the woman to call in Pasadena Police to take the full report. The woman took Akari into the house, refusing him entry, so he waited on the front porch.

The time seemed to drag until the owner of the house arrived, and mere moments later, the police did as well. The authorities went inside the house and questioned her extensively, summoned an ambulance to take her to the hospital for an examination, and talked more on the subject. Then, several of the officers came out to question him as well.

He told them, as simply as he could, what he had seen and done, omitting only that he had been Tuxedo Kamen during the actual rescue, and added the fact that he had seen the face of her attacker clearly, and had actually seen him as he was raping her.

He told them that he had been walking by, seen her scattered bags and purse, then heard her screams, and waded in to help her. Now, more than ever, he was glad that he had shifted back to his un-empowered state, so that some of the jock's blood was on his hands and clothes, and his knuckles were skinned a bit, lending credence to his story.

Only when the officers were satisfied with the separate stories, which both seemed to corroborate each other, did they leave, and Mamoru still waited. Finally the middle-aged man came out, looking for all the world like the Japanese actor Takamitsu Hideo when he had been having a bad day. The image was not pleasant in the least.

�Yumi tells me that you beat the young yabajin that did this.� He said without any formalities. �Why?�

�It was the right thing to do, Sama.� Mamoru replied, not letting the older man know that his identity was known, and giving him the honorific that he so craved, but the younger one knew he did not deserve it. �I was passing near, heard the screams and ran to help if I could.�

�Your heroics are commendable.� The man almost sneered, slightly accenting the word �heroics�, as if he knew something, and then he went on. �I do not want to see your face around here again. You will not contact the girl. Is that clear?�

�Hai, Sama. Wakarimasu.� He bowed slightly. �Here is my card, Sama. So you will know where to send the jacket I wrapped around her. I will take care of the cleaning.�

�She will bring the garment with her to the court.� He did sneer this time, totally ignoring the proffered card. �And she will make certain that it will be spotless. You may retrieve it then.�

Mamoru had no choice but to leave. He turned and strode back down the street to where he could find an appropriate location to transform so that he could get back to his apartment. He now knew the face of her �family� and it meshed with the memories he received from her. He re-affirmed his vow to somehow make that one pay for all the torment he put her through since she was three.

~*~*~*~*~

Brad Hanson was arrested the very day of the attack, and her family convinced her to press charges, though she would much rather have let the matter simply fade away. Though Akari knew that it would be better for her in the long run, the actual trial, which was held a mere week later and lasted for another week, was very difficult on her.

Mamoru was able to add his observations and actions to the case. The young man was still on probation for the Rohipnol rape of her sister, as well as several others who also came forward to testify. The court was able to convict him easily, sentencing him to eight consecutive terms of five to seven years in prison for his crimes, as well as the fifteen to twenty-five for aggravated rape, and the three to five years for assault and battery.

***** *****

Shortly after the trial, Chiba Takara, Akari�s Gifu-san, learned one of her secrets. The doctor that had examined her after the rape, and had given him a report over the telephone stating that she had acquired no diseases from the attack, and that she was very fortunate not to have suffered any serious lasting damage and she would not lose the baby.

Enraged, Takara did as he always did, he beat her severely, using a combination of several lengths of young bamboo cut from the growth behind the house split lengthwise and used like a whip, his fists, and his Nega-powers to try and make her lose the child. Leaving her locked in her bedroom and unconscious, he ordered Yumi to make sure she survived, and he went to his import shop as if this day was no different than any other.

When Yumi had to leave the house later that day to buy some things at the local market, including medicines to care for the severe injuries covering the chestnut-haired woman, the once locked door to her room opened slowly. At first, her feverish mind thought it was Mamoru coming to her rescue again, but the figure outlined in the doorway was much too small. Also, the fact that he moved hesitantly and silently spoke volumes as to his identity.

� �Cinda?� came a hesitant voice that belonged to her youngest adopted brother Yoshi speaking his own brand of their first language. Though he used the short form of �Lucinda�, the name she had been given when she was adopted, she still answered to it.

�You should not be in here, Yo-chan.� She said softly in the same tongue, steeling herself against the pain caused by the mere act of speaking. �If you are caught . . . � The thought trailed off feebly.

�There�s no one in the house but us.� He assured her. �I found your car keys where Pops hid them. He doesn�t check there very often, so he won�t know they�re missing for a long time. Get out of here while you can. I don�t wanna know where, but make sure that it isn�t to that guy that brought you home. Pops has got someone watching him. Find Aster. She isn�t dead, �Cinda. She ran away. I don�t know where she went, except she said that she was gonna try and solve the riddle her Mom told you, but I think you can find her no matter what. You better go now while they�re both gone.�

�But if I take my car,� she whispered brokenly, the effort costing her dearly. �He will know I am gone the instant that Yumi comes home, and how I have left this place. You will be blamed, and he will be able to find me by simply reporting the car stolen.�

�I guess I kinda forgot about that part.� The boy shrugged. �But you can�t stay here anymore. I overheard Pops in his office talkin� to that red-headed witch in his mirror, and I think he�s got some new punishment in mind when he gets back. Are you really gonna have a baby?�

�It is the truth.� Akari managed to get some volume in her voice, even as she nodded to the youngest child of Gifu-san. �Look in my purse over there. Get out my cell-phone. Call for a taxi. I will tell him which way I wish to go when he gets here. I think I will be able to discover in which location Aster may be hiding.�

The youngster did as he was told, easily found the small device and made the call. He had a silly grin on his face knowing that he was helping to save not one, but two lives that day.

At the same time, Akari painfully packed up a small suitcase case with a few clothes wrapped around the hard-drive of her computer and all the discs that went with it. All of the presents she still possessed from the visits of their �uncles� were stuffed into vacant spaces in the luggage.

The few pictures of herself and Mamoru that remained intact were also carefully added, as was the contents of an old manila envelope that had been given to her by Nari, Aster�s mother who had been killed six months after the girl had been born. Looking around, she saw little else that she wished to take, which was just as well, since the piece of luggage was nearly over-full as it was.

While they waited, Akari made her ototo promise to call Professor Robert Taylor, and tell him that she was gone, but that she was alright. The blonde youth still didn�t like it, but he agreed. It was the least he could do for her.

With her brother�s help, she managed to make it outside and into the cab when it arrived. Once inside, she told the driver to head for Cedars Sinai Hospital in the Hollywood area. Though he gave her a strange look, he put the vehicle in gear and drove off. The ride was an easy one, and Akari drifted off along the way, though she never fell completely asleep. Every moment, she kept expecting Gifu-san to suddenly appear and return her back to that torture chamber.

In what seemed to be no time at all, the driver was pulling to a stop at the requested location. Heaving a huge sigh, she forced herself to exit the cab, retrieve her purse and bag, pay the man and watch him drive away.

She strongly felt the warmth of solar power, similar to the kind she had always felt when she was around her adopted sister, though it was still farther away. At first, she had thought it might have been her sister, but as the feeling was now more like that of �Planet Power�, it had to be the Kishi of the Sun she had been sensing instead. She had cared for him in many past lives, and maybe, she hoped, he cared for in return. If that proved to be the case, perhaps he would help her now.

Only now, she knew exactly where she needed to go. Calling for another taxi, she requested a ride to �Le Parc du Soleil� in Beverly Hills. If the one she sought wasn�t there, he would certainly be somewhere nearby. She had felt that particular energy pattern before when she had visited that restaurant some time before. Granted, it would be much easier if she knew his name, but beggars couldn�t be choosers, and right now, she was a beggar.

TBC

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gifu-san � stepfather

mamahaha � stepmother

imoto � younger sister

taiyono � sun child

pillow � a polite, archaic term from feudal Japan for having sex. At the time, it was considered vital to good health for men.

koibito � lover

wakarimasu � I understand

ototo � younger brother
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