Subject: [FFML] [FF] [SM] [Lime] SIU part 24
From: Mark Page
Date: 6/8/1998, 2:26 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

S.I.U. - The Sailor Investigation Unit
by DARK DAY FOR ANIME (Mark A Page)

Disclaimer - all characters pertaining to the series Bishoujo Senshi
Sailormoon are owned by Takeuchi Naoko, Bandai and Kodansya.  All
other characters were thought up by me.

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	The horror had smothered Usagi.

	Naoko watched as Usagi opened her eyes and stared down at the 
thick covers of an extremely comfortable bed.

	The horror had flowed over Usagi's body and smothered her.  
But it really wasn't a horror at all.  However, Usagi wasn't to know 
that, as "Cthulu" Kanzaki gave her a big, smooching kiss....

	Needless to say, Usagi had passed out.

	And so, Naoko cleansed her, inside and out.  The little 
phial of the concentrated blood liqueur base that she had applied to 
Usagi's lips, after she had showered off the vestiges of Cthulu's 
spit from the unfortunate senshi's face and neck, would have left 
her head a little hazy, but that would clear rapidly.

	It had also supplied Naoko with the final piece of evidence 
that she'd required to complete her suspicions about Usagi.  Very 
few of those with normal blood could survive downing an entire phial
of the blood liqueur base.


	She felt a little jealous of Usagi, remembering the incredible 
haziness that she had felt when first supplied with the base to 
control her urges.  Trickling down from the top of her scalp, down 
through her neck and flowing into the rest of her body.  It had been 
warm and comfortable, and it had weighed down her limbs.  She 
watched as Usagi settled into the bed, pulling the sheets up around
her naked frame, dreamy expression on her face.

	"How are you feeling?"  Asked Naoko of Usagi, sitting on the 
edge of the bed, next to the senshi.  Usagi recognised her 
immediately as the one who had been chasing her through the 
corridors of the Sacred House compound, the one who had taken 
Minako....  Almost immediately, Naoko felt attracted to the mixture
of fear and unconcern that was written on her face.

	Those eyes, she thought....  The eyes of prey, to be feasted 
upon, or of those who had been bred to bleed for her training....  A
mixture of hesitation and desire....  Naoko shivered for a moment 
and did her best to suppress those feelings.  Even if her soul was 
thousands of years old, her body was far too young for her to 
indulge in those kinds of practices, out of the control of the 
teachers.


	"Not bad.  I've felt worse."  Usagi seemed surprised by how soft 
her voice was.  It was then she noticed that, both she and Naoko were 
completely naked.  Naoko shrugged, inwardly....  How else was she 
going to wash the girl without getting undressed, herself?  Still, she
could read Usagi's thoughts.  Of what Usagi thought was happening.

	"That's good."  She giggled, amused at the ecchi 
interpretation Usagi was giving these events.  Oh well, she thought,
no point wasting the opportunity.

	And before she realised what she was doing, she leaned down 
and kissed Usagi on the lips.

	She was surprised to find that Usagi didn't resist.

	Her mouth started to water, finding a monumental thirst 
building up, already....

----o

Part Twentyfour
Dreams of Succulence

----o

	"Wouldn't you prefer me to tell you why you are in this 
holding cell?"  Bartholemew sighed as she sat down on the seat in 
the small observation booth, clutching her clipboard with large 
fingers.  Minako eyed the woman suspiciously.  She was middle aged
and fairly well built.  Obviously caucasian, with red hair that had
specks of grey running through it.  The woman wore a simple business
dress underneath a white labcoat.  Minako didn't like the way she 
looked, and decided to play dumb.

	"No, actually.  I'd rather you tell me how you know my name."

	Bartholemew dropped her clipboard and facefaulted.  "Oh, for 
the love of...."  She picked up the clipboard and leaned forward.  
"Look, you told us your name when we asked you."

	Oops, Minako thought....  "Is that so?  I don't believe you."

	"Well, it is the truth.  As soon as we brought you here, we 
injected you with a dose of Vasculin, thus bringing you back from 
the edge of your becoming...."

	"What is Vasculin?  Is it a drug?"

	"Yes.  We only give it to certain people."  Doctor Bartholemew
smiled, finally seeming to be getting somewhere with her troublesome 
patient.

	"How is it made?"  Minako stared dumbly at Bartholemew.

	"That is irrelevant."

	"No it isn't.  I want to know how it's made."

	"Why would you want to know how it's made?  Wouldn't you 
prefer to know where you were?"

	"Not really.  I'm more interested in this Vasculin stuff."

	Doctor Bartholemew rubbed her face.  "Look, I don't have the 
time to explain it to you..."

	"Make time.  I wanna hear."  Minako turned to her left, found
a cushion, pulled it over and sat cross-legged on it as Bartholemew
prayed to the gods.  "By the way...."  Minako started, smiling.  
"Did you tell me your name?"

	"Umm..  It's Bartholemew.  Doctor Miriam Bartholemew."

	"That's a nice name.  Did you get it from your mother or your 
father?"

	"My father gave it to me, actually....  It was the name of 
his....  What is the point of this question?  I'm the one who is 
supposed to be asking you the questions."  Miriam held onto her 
clipboard, tightly.

	"It was the name of his what?"  Minako cocked her head to one 
side, questioningly.

	"What was the name of his what?  What are you talking about?"
Miriam felt sweat trickle down the side of her face as Minako rolled
her eyes.

	"Your father gave you the name Miriam, didn't he?"

	"Yes.  So?"

	"So Miriam was the name of his....  Mother?"

	"Yes, it was the name of his mother.  What does this have to 
do with anything?"

	"So, you were going to tell me about the Vasculin...."


	Miriam let out a groan and dropped her clipboard again, 
putting her face in her hands.  "Oh for CHRIST'S SAKE!  Will you 
just SHUTUP about the FUCKING Vasculin and answer my questions?"

	"Aww....  I really wanted to know.  You're just being cruel to
me."  Minako turned and put on a sulky expression as Miriam lifted 
her face.

	"There is NO point in arguing this point, Aino-san.  We know
everything about you."

	"How do you know I was telling the truth, eh?"  Minako said, 
her bottom lip drawn up in the sulkiest expression Miriam had ever 
seen.

	"Because we've confirmed with your parents that you are 
missing.  You went missing from your bedroom today, after your 
mother sent you to bed with what we know to be the early warning 
signs of an incipient becoming."

	"I could have set them up for this.  It could all be a lie."
Minako huffed.  Miriam picked up her clipboard, feeling like she was
beginning to get on top of the conversation again.  "Are you sure 
you aren't going to tell me about the Vasculin?"


	Miriam growled and thumped her hands against the glass.  
"Yes!"

	"Yes you are or yes you aren't?"

	"Yes, I am sure that I am sure I am not going to not tell you
about the Vasculin.  Do you understand?"

	"What was that you said?"  Minako looked at her strangely.

	"Eh?"

	"How am I going to know if you're going to tell me about the
Vasculin or not if you're going to answer MY questions like that.  
If you want me to answer yours, then do so with some semblance of
hilarity....  I mean clarity."  Minako giggled.  "I get those words
mixed up all the time, gomen...."

	"I really couldn't give a stuff about the frigging Vasculin!  
I mean, if you don't stop messing around and just answer the goddam
questions, I'll have to set the security system on you again, do you
understand?"

	"What security system would that be?"  Minako frowned at her.  
Miriam smiled and sat back, reaching her free hand down underneath 
her seat.


	Minako felt sparks on energy flowing through her.  She let out
a cry of pain and agony as she fell from the cushion, writhing over 
the floor.  Miriam watched, a slight smile on her face as the energy
visibly crackled around Minako.  Her hand hovered under the button 
for longer than was really necessary.  It was only the senshi powers
that Minako contained that kept her concious throughout this ordeal.

	Eventually, Miriam pressed the button again, and the energy
dissipated.  Minako lay on the floor on her left, saliva drooling 
from the corner of her mouth as she stared at the wall, trying to 
bring herself back to her senses.

	"So, how does it feel to become the victim of an artificial 
ghost in full corporeal rape mode?  Pleasant, I think not."  Miriam
smiled and took a pen from the pocket of her labcoat, making some 
notes on her clipboard.  Minako lifted her head and stared at Miriam
with eyes of supreme hatred.

----o

	"W....  Waitaminute...."  Usagi pushed Naoko away.  "This 
isn't....  I'm not...."

	Naoko giggled, sitting back.  "Oh, you are a funny one.  One
moment you're willing, the next...."

	"I'm not into that kind of thing, okay?  I..."  Usagi tried to
sit up.  As it was, she did this far far too rapidly, and ended up
seeing stars for about a minute, flat on the bed.  Naoko 
sweatdropped and stared at the phial which she was still holding in
her right hand.

	"Hmm....  Might have been a bit too much.  Oh well."  Naoko 
happily jumped off the bed and padded across the large, gilden-
walled bedroom of her private quarters.  She stopped at a small 
vanity unit and placed the phial on top, then turned and waited for
Usagi to start coming round.

	Almost like a signal, Usagi groaned and sat up again, slowly,
this time.  Naoko wandered back to the bedside and knelt down, 
watching Usagi.  Her fair and healthy skin.  The sound of the blood
pumping just underneath....

	"Nani?"  Usagi looked down at Naoko's loving expression with
distrust.  Naoko put on a cute smile.

	"Oh, just admiring certain features about your body.  The way
you look and all that."  She giggled, making Usagi sweatdrop.

	"You're the one who set those monsters onto me.  You're the 
one who kidnapped Minako...."

	"I'm the one who saved you from Minako."  Naoko shrugged.  "I
guess you don't yet understand what has happened to her."

	"What?  What has happened to her?  Have you killed her?"

	Naoko opened her eyes and stared at Usagi in surprise.  "Kill
her?  Why would we want to do that?"

	"Because that guy said....  That Lysithea guy said...."  Usagi
blinked as Naoko rolled on the floor, clutching her sides with 
mirth.  "What's so funny?"

	Naoko managed to contain herself and sat up again.  "What's so
funny?  You NEED to ask me such a question?  I just can't believe 
you'd be so stupid to believe a jerk like Lysithea Caprice."

	"Who are you calling stupid?"  Usagi tried to swing her legs
around, to step onto the other side of the bed from Naoko.  But her
legs just weren't working.  She was trapped in this girl's presence.
"Who are you, anyway?  What did you do to me?"

	"Oh, I'm so sorry.  Here we are, both naked to each other and
I haven't even bothered to introduce myself.  My name is Tani Naoko.
I am a member of the sacred Tani clan."  She got to her knees and 
bowed to Usagi.  "I apologise for the way we have met.  It has been
rather.... less than conventional."

	"You set those monsters onto me....  Especially that big, 
amorphous one!"  Usagi tried to lift an arm to point to her 
accusingly, and failed.  Naoko shrugged.

	"I wanted to test you, Sailormoon.  I wanted to see what you
were capable of.  Unfortunately, Lysithea sent you through the 
distillery, and very few who are of our blood survive breathing in
the fumes of that place...."

	"But...."  Usagi started to panic.  "I breathed it in....  Am
I going to die?"

	"Oh, hardly, I think.  I gave you a dose of the blood liqueur
base....  What we make Vasculin from.  Only those with our blood are
capable of dealing with that.  And you passed, I'm afraid."

	"But....  I'm not of your blood.  I'm a Sailorsenshi.  I am 
the Princess of the Moon Kingdom....  The reincarnation, no less."

	"Oh, so that's what you are?"  Naoko smiled dubiously.  
"That'll make for interesting news when I next see Joachim."

	"I mean it, I'm not one of your.... 'blood.'"

	"So why was your friend, Minako?"


	Usagi opened her mouth to answer that, but realised she didn't
have an answer....  In fact, she had a lot of questions.

----o

	Aoi shook her head, disbelievingly, gesturing to the green and
white senshi fuku she was wearing.  "Oh yeah....  Well if I'm not 
Sailorjupiter, who the hell is?"

	"Well...."  Pagan started, sitting on Aoi's bed.  "All things
being equal, and with what we know about the Sailorsenshi, nature 
very much abhors a void, and with the murder of Sailorjupiter, a 
void has been created."

	"One that has probably already been filled, and not by you."
Mhaere continued, standing to Aoi's left with crossed arms.

	"But I'm the one wearing the sailorfuku."  Aoi shook her head.
"It can't be that this.... power of mine, that you say I have and I
haven't yet accepted it as the truth....  This power has merely 
tapped into the instructions of the henshin pen and changed me into
Sailorjupiter without the powers."

	"Amazing!  I think the girl's got it."  Pagan snickered.  
"Maybe we should make a Mensa application for you."

	"Don't get smart with me."  Aoi huffed, looking daggers in 
Pagan's direction.  He stood from her bed and shrugged.  "Very well,
if you don't want my help...."  He stepped between Aoi and Mhaere 
and left the room.

	Aoi took a breath.  "That still doesn't tell me how I'm 
supposed to change back.  I've tried to get this frigging tiara off
my head and it just won't budge."

	"Have you thought of asking the suit to please give you back 
the henshin pen so you can detransform?"  Mhaere looked at her, 
dubiously.  Aoi almost laughed.

	"What?  Me?  Ask the suit?  Yeah, right."  She sneered.  "Oh
please, Miss Sailorfuku, give me back the henshin pen and 
detransform me...."  She shook her head.  "As if that would work."

	In a flash, she was wearing a blouse, jeans and a pair of 
sneakers again, holding onto a green henshin pen.  After a few 
moments of disbelieving blinking, she noticed that Mhaere was 
nodding with satisfaction.

	"Don't you DARE laugh, or I'll belt you from arsehole to 
breakfast time, understand?"  Aoi held up the fist holding the 
henshin pen.

----o

	Pagan shook his head.  Did the Coven REALLY think that he and
Aoi were that good a match?  She was the most overstressed and 
obnoxious woman he'd ever met.

	Stepping away from the door to the bedroom, he wandered up 
along the hallway and through the loungeroom.  For a moment, he felt
that something was missing.  Shaking it off, he stepped into the 
kitchen, feeling a tad hungry.

	As he reached into Aoi's pantry, set above the kitchen bench, 
he realised he was still wearing nothing more than a towel.  "Aww
jeez....  I was going to ask for some clothes...."  He sighed, 
resigning himself to the fact that he was probably going to be 
wearing women's clothes until he found something more appropriate.
Lysithea would have a field day if he saw him.

	He grabbed a packet of crackers from the pantry, just as he 
felt a pair of arms wrap around his middle.  He dropped the crackers
onto the counter and turned his head with a silent gasp.

	"Why hello there."  Said Ami with a dreamy smile.

	"Mi...  Mi...  Mizuno-san?"  Pagan opened his eyes widely.  
"What are you...?"  he then remembered what it was that he'd missed
in the loungeroom.

	"Oh, Mister....  I'm so sorry if I seem a little forward, but 
I just couldn't help myself."  Ami giggled.  Pagan swallowed.  Was
this behaviour a product of the healing process he'd performed on 
her damaged brain?  He turned, trying to wiggle his way out of her
grasp, only to find she was a hell of a lot stronger than she 
looked.  "Where are you going, Mister?"  She pushed him back against
the counter, leaning her face close to his.

	"Now now now....  This isn't good social behaviour, Mizuno-
san.  And besides, we have company in this house...."

	"So what?"  Ami giggled.  "Oh, you are so very pretty....  
Such beautiful eyes and hair....  Such a lovely body....  And..."
Ami put a hand down and Pagan felt a portion of his anatomy being
squeezed.  "Well....  What else can be said about that?"  She 
smiled, putting the hand back around Pagan's neck.

	"I dunno...."  Pagan squeaked, still in pain.


	"JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, HERE?"  Pagan and Ami glanced
at the kitchen doorway, where they could see Aoi and Mhaere fuming.
Aoi was cracking her knuckles.

	"What does it look like, Kikotsuka-san?"  Ami sneered at Aoi.
"Go away, before I show you what a Sailorsenshi can do."

	"Uh....  Aoi....  Mhaere....  This isn't what it looks 
like...."  Pagan croaked.

	"You bastard...."  Aoi growled.  "We turn our backs on you for
just ONE moment, and you're testing the waters with someone else."

	"Perhaps we should reduce the stallion to a gelding, for the
good of womankind?"  Mhaere sniffed, turning to Aoi.

	"I'll give him gelding."  Aoi thumped a fist into her other 
hand.  Ami sniffed contemptuously.

	"The both of you are just jealous.  I went for him first.  You
two can have slops when I'm done.  Now BEGONE!"  She waved a hand in
their direction.

	"What did you SAY?"  Aoi and Mhaere chorused in unison.

----o

	Minako managed to crawl back to the cushion, watched by Miriam
with obvious amusement.  Slowly, she dragged her body onto the 
cushion and sat there, shoulders hunched, her hair hanging over her
face.

	"So, are we ready to continue with the session?"  Miriam asked
offhandedly, as if nothing had happened.  Minako raised her head 
slightly, but Miriam still couldn't see her face.  "I'll take that 
as a yes, then."

	Miriam sniffed and scratched her nose.  "Now, do you know 
where you are?"

	"In hell?"  Minako croaked.  Miriam smiled.

	"No, sorry.  I'm afraid you aren't that lucky."

	"How lucky am I, then?"

	"Now now, don't start asking me silly questions again, or it's
the security system for you again."


	Miriam jumped as Minako slammed her fists against the window, 
staring in at her with reddened, teary and maddened eyes.  "Now you
just listen to me for a second.  I don't know who the hell you are,
or what I'm doing here.  But, by Kami, if I ever get out of this 
place, I will KILL you, do you understand me, bitch?"

	"Are we finished?"

	"Did you hear what I say?"

	"Yes, and I chose to ignore the statement."

	Minako shook her head, sneering.  "No.  No.  Don't ignore what 
I say....  Because it doesn't matter how long it takes.  Days, 
months, perhaps even years....  You'll let me out of here, 
eventually.  Eventually!  Do you understand.  You'll think I'm 
capable of being trusted, and you'll let me out of here.  And when
that day comes, bitch....  When the day comes when nobody is 
watching out for me, I'll kill you.  I'll spread you like a fine 
paste over the walls of this place, and keep your eyes as a momento
of your death!"

	Miriam watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as 
Minako's eyes began to change.  Slowly, at first....  They went from
being human to a frighteningly bestial shade of green, respledant 
with cats-eye pupil.  Miriam sighed as Minako clawed at the 
partition.

	"I'm calling off this session.  You are clearly not ready to 
be debriefed."  Miriam stood from the seat and pressed a small 
button on the side of the cubicle.


	In front of Minako, the partition disappeared and became part
of the wall.  In a flash, her human eyes returned and she stared at 
the wall in surprise.

	"Hey....  HEY!  Don't leave me in here, alone.  I don't like
being alone!  HEY!  HEEEEEEYYYY!"  She scrabbled at the segment of
wall that had once been the partition, breaking her nails.  She let
out a short squeal of pain and grabbed her left hand as blood ran 
from the tips of her fingers.

	"Well, that went real well..."  She whispered to herself.

----o

	"Minako isn't....  She isn't human?"  Usagi managed to pull
the bedclothes over her as Naoko wrapped a gown around her body, 
returning from the walk-through wardrobe in the far corner of her
residence.

	"No, and neither are you."  Naoko smiled, tying a belt around
the gown at her middle.

	"I am so a human...."  Usagi paused for a few moments.  "Well,
I'm mostly human, anyway."

	"Indeed, that is true.  You have the physical appearance of a
human.  But, like myself, it is what is inside that counts.  And 
inside, you are anything but....  Both Minako and yourself.  In 
fact, all of your friends are likely to be the same.  I'm not sure 
why...."  Naoko put a finger to her mouth, staring at the ceiling.

	Usagi shook her head.  "It can't be true.  I AM human.  Both
my parents are human....  I am fully human."

	"Well, I'm sorry to break this to you, but that's not 
possible.  Especially as you've survived a saturation with the blood
liqueur.  You are one of US."  Naoko put her hands at her sides and
smiled at Usagi.  "Unless, of course, you'd like me to do a full, 
body examination?"

	"No thanks...."  Usagi recoiled from the thought.  "I already
have someone I like."

	"You do?"  Naoko smiled.  "Is it a guy?"

	"What is it to you?  I hardly know you, and you're already 
asking intimate questions about my life."

	"Oh, I dunno...."  Naoko put her hands behind her back and 
sauntered around the room.  "I get the feeling I'll be knowing you
a hell of a lot better than you know yourself."

	"What do you mean?"

	"There is only one true way for me to tell if you're human or
not, without all the equipment and hassle that comes with a full 
medical test...."

	"What?  What is that?"

	"Your blood."

	"What about my blood?"  Usagi swallowed, pulling the covers
even further over her body.

	"Well, the one sure thing about the blood of Others....  It
is as much a part of their physical body as an arm or a leg.  It can
be controlled and manipulated like a physical limb.  However, if 
your blood is human, it is nothing more than a substance to carry
oxygen and various necessary vitamins and minerals."

	"So what?  Do you just cut me and see if I can move my blood
about?  I've been cut, before..."

	"No, that's not the way, although that could work....  
However,  I am in the unique position of being sensitive to certain
bloodtypes."  Naoko stopped, her back turned to Usagi.

	"So how...?"

	Naoko half-turned her head.  "Your blood....  I must drink 
it."


END OF PART 24

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Version 1.0 - 9th Jun 1998