[fanfic][sailormoon] Sukeban Senshi

The  characters  of  Sailormoon  are   the
creation  and  possession  of  the  brilliant   Takeuchi
Naoko.  They  belong  to Takeuchi Naoko,   Bandai,  Toei
Animation,  DIC, and all others associated with  rights.
No copyright infringement is intended.

 I apologize for the lateness of Chapter 5. Real Life interfered
unexpectedly. However I wish to assure everyone who has asked
about Sukeban that it will indeed be finished.
I am finishing chapter 6 (Rei) and working on chapter's 7/8 (Luna and
SM) These chapters have been slowed due to some advice from pre-
readers. The suggestions were good but entailed some major re-
plotting. I am still trying to decide if I can make them work.
     
The following story contains bad words, nudity and flaming idiots.


Chapter 5

     "I can feed myself."
Minako glared at the small bandaged figure lost in the center of her
bed.
     "Ami says that you need to save your energy. Now open."
Soban stared back, her eyes narrowing mutinously. 
     "Here comes the airplane. Vroooom Vrooooom. Now open up the
hanger door."
Soban rolled her eyes at Minako's display and chuckled involuntarily.
     "Oh . . .all right." Obediently she opened her mouth and allowed
Minako to spoon feed
her. Shortly they were finished and Minako carefully cleaned Soban's
lips with a damp cloth. 
     "There . . .all warm and full. Now I'll just let you alone to have a
nice nap."
     "Heavy date?"
Minako flushed and glanced at Soban from beneath lowered lashes.
     "What . . what gives you that idea?"
Soban snorted inelegantly. "One, your parents are going to be out of
town for another two weeks. Two, you've been going around all day
with a stupid grin on your face and three, you're wearing new silk
tap-pants and that matching ruffled camisole."
Minako stared at Soban openmouthed then flushed as the meaning of
her words sank in. "You . . .you watched me getting dressed? You
HENTAI . . .I thought you were asleep!"
     "Hey . . .you took away my clothes . . .been keeping me against my
will . . ." Soban
indicated her bandaged form with a wave of her hand. "Tied me up 
 . . .looks pretty kinky to me."
Minako purpled as conflicting emotions surged through her head.
     "BAKA . . .it's not the same thing. You were hurt. My home was
closest and my parents are gone on business. We would've taken you to
a hospital but you woke up . . .and fought the idea so much Ami was
afraid you'd hurt yourself . . .so we brought you here."
     "And I could've gone home days ago . . ."
It was Minako's turn to snort in disbelief.  "You can't even go potty by
yourself . . ."
     "You should know. I think you like it . . .having me at your mercy
 . . ."
Minako flushed angrily. . . .then realized  Soban was jerking her chain
 . . . again. "We WERE
talking about why you were watching me get dressed . . .while
pretending to be asleep. Do . . .do you . . .like girls?" Minako asked
hesitantly. 
Soban raked Minako from head to toe with her good eye. "What you
mean is . . .do I want to throw you naked to the floor and ravish your
body. Do I want you naked, helpless . . .writing in passion as I . . ."
Minako stamped her foot in frustration. "You're impossible. Why can't
you ever give a straight answer."
     "How do you know I'm not?"
     "I . . .I just do . . . that's all. You're just trying to get a rise
out of
me. Well it's not going to work. I know about all your little tricks. . . ."
     "Not ALL my tricks." Soban smirked.
Minako made a motion as if she were going to throw the empty soup
bowl at Soban. "Oh hush. And, as a matter of fact, I DO have a date
tonight. And he's SO COOL. Not like those BOYS at Juban."
     "And Mr. COOL isn't a boy? Then what is he . . .a pork-bun?"
     "NO! He's a college MAN. The son of one of my father's friends."
Manako hugged herself in excitement. "HE's got his own CAR . . .and
he's been to France and Italy. His father is in the diplomatic service, and
he knows how to order at a restaurant---IN FRENCH , and . . .
The door bell chimed and Minako spun, her skirts flaring.
     "How do I look? Do I look alright?"
Soban quirked a lip sourly. "Do I look like an expert? I couldn't get a
date with an Imperial edict and twenty million Yen unless the boy were
blind, deaf and dead." 
Miako looked crestfallen. 
     "OH, I'm being selfish. I'll go tell him that we can't . . ."
     "Hell! Don't be stupid. You look fine. Go out and have a good
time."
     "We're not going out. I couldn't leave you alone."
     "Go . . .go. What could happen . . ."
     "No . . .we're staying in." Minako giggled. "Besides, he says he
want's to spend a quiet evening . . .I think he's so SWEET!"
     "You are so kawaii I could puke." Soban let her head fall back on
the pillow as Minako skipped out the door giggling.

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     "Do I look alright." Minako asked, then mentally kicked herself for
asking such a . . .a . . .childish question. But Hirosan didn't think it was
childish. He smiled, in his quiet way, and said she looked wonderful.
Ikeda Hirosan . . .20 years old . . .a student at the Todai . . .son of a
diplomat . . .beautiful . . .Minako sighed again looking at him.
     "I brought you a present." Hirosan walked over to his overcoat
draped over a chair and pulled a wrapped package out of a side pocket. 
Minako automatically reached for the package as Hiro handed it to her.
As she unwrapped it she saw that it was a video. For a moment, as the
brightly colored box was revealed,  she was afraid that it was hentai.
Slightly fearful she continued to unwrap the package to find 
     "CATS!!! Oh, how wonderful. I saw the stage production . . .it's
just fantastic." Impulsively she threw her arms around Hirosan in a hug
---then pulled back  blushing slightly in confusion.
      Hirosan just smiled again.
     "I'm glad you like it. I must confess that I have an ulterior motive."
     "W . . .what!" Minako gulped.
     "I would like you to translate for me . . .my English is not so good
that I can follow all of the dialogue."
Minako laughed happily. "I would be honored Hirosan. "
     "Call me Hiro . . .and I will call you sensei."
Minako laughed again and went to set up the VCR. When she got back
Hirosan . . .no Hiro (she felt herself get a little warm using his name so
familiarly, even to herself) had prepared a tray of snacks..
     'Ummm . . .is that . . .wine?" She asked doubtfully.
     "OH . . ."Hiro smacked himself against the side of his head. "Hiro
no baka. I wasn't thinking Minakochan . . .please forgive me. I will
prepare a soft drink for you instead." Hiro started to pour the drinks
down the sink.
     "NO! I mean . . .no . . .it's all right."
     "Are . . .are you sure Minakochan?"
Minako warmed a little at his use of the familiar form of her name. "Oh
yes . . .a little . . .I mean . . .yes . . .yes it's all right."
     "Well . . .I'll make the soft drinks anyway. You may not like my
choice of wine."
     "I'm sure anything you do is fine Hiro . . .Hirochan." She added
boldly.
Soon they were settled on the couch as CATS rolled across the screen.
Hiro noticed Minako put her wine aside with a little grimace at the
unfamiliar taste. Without comment he had smilingly moved a cola into
her hand. Minako warmed remembering the thoughtful gesture.
     " . . .and that's 'Old Dultrononemy' . . .uh . . . 'D-E-U-T-eronomy'"
Minako struggled with the name. Her tongue felt heavy . . .swollen.
And her tummy 
     "Are you alright, Minakochan?" Hirosan asked in concern as
Minako pressed her hand to her stomach.
     "Uhhhhh . . .mu . . .mu . . .'omach . . .'urts" Minako struggled to get
the words out. And her limbs felt rubbery---disconnected ---like she
wasn't really in her body at all.
     "Here . . .let me help you breath." Hirosan started to unbutton her
blouse. Feebly Minakao tried to bat his hands away . . .but . . .she
couldn't move . . .she couldn't move at all. The door
bell chimed and Hirosan left the couch to go to the door. With
tremendous effort Minako managed to get her head to roll sideways on
the couch . . . in time to see Hirosan return with a stranger . . .another
boy---carrying a camera!
     " . . .osed to WAIT!" Hiro berated the newcomer. "What if she
hadn't been out yet."
     "But I thought . . ."
     "You're not supposed to think. I told you I'd call you when she was
ready."
     "But you were so long. And you've got three more tonight. "
     "The stupid bitch wouldn't drink the wine. And it takes longer when
it's not dissolved in alcohol."
     "Well . . .just remember that you've got to get to Ayakosan's in an
hour."
     "No problem. Now help me get her clothes off. Yokichi's already up
to 56 . . .I'm not gonna let that little prick win."
     "You really think . . ." the strange boy lifted one of Minako's legs
and pulled off her shoe; then started rolling down her stocking.
" . . .uhhh . . .you really think you can fuck a hundred girls before he
does?"
     "Damn right I can." Hiro growled. Frustrated at the tiny buttons on
Minako's blouse he pulled the front with a savage gesture that sent the
dainty fasteners bouncing across the carpet.
     "You boys should be more careful. That's an expensive blouse."
Hiro spun at the unexpected voice with a curse; the strange boy jerked
back with a gasp and fell on his rear---Minako's stocking draped
comically over his head.
     "Who the FUCK are YOU!"
     "You said there wouldn't be any one else here." The other boy
babbled frantically from the floor. "You said she wouldn't remember
anything, the stuff would make her forget you said she'd be alone 
you said---"
     "SHUT UP!" Hiro roared at his hapless accomplice, then rounded
on the newcomer. His eyes narrowed as he saw Saoban's small
bandaged figure. His face wrinkled in distaste as he noted the scars, the
blind eye and the slowly fading bruising. "Shit---what a freak. Look, we
just give her the stuff too."
     "But she, she knows! She won't just drink---."
     "Don't be stupid. We pour it down her. She's just a little cripple."
Hiro shuddered in distaste at the thought of having to touch the strange
figure.
     "But we might hurt her . . .uh . . .hurt her more."
     "Hell---if we killed her it'd be a blessing. We'd just put her out of
our misery---so nobody had to look at her any more." Hiro pulled a foil
packet from his pocket and stalked forward.
"Now just take the pill, like a good little freak, and you'll go to sleep.
And don't worry about your . . .virtue . . ."Hiro laughed crudely. "A
dog wouldn't fuck you. Not even Mako here . . ."
Hiro jerked a thumb at the boy behind him." . . .and he's so desperate
for a piece he'd even screw a Korean." Hiro ignored the strangled
protest behind him as he reached for the small battered figure before
him.  Soban sagged against the door frame,  spent from the effort just
getting out of bed. As his hand started to close around her throat he
jerked back in surprise as a cold jet of liquid caught him in the face.
Angrily he wiped the cooking oil . . .? He recognized the smell. He
wiped the oil from his face and surged forward to batter the
small figure into submission. No one made a fool of  Ikeda Hiro. He
skidded to a stop as Soban flicked a butane lighter into life.
     "Mako." The other boy was frozen in place. "Mako." Soban
repeated in exasperation. "Makochan look alive!" Soban's husky
voice took several tries to spur the frozen Mako to life. "Would you
please get the door.
     "Huh?"
     "The door Makochan. Open the door---you and Hirochan are just
leaving."
     "Now . . now . . .wait . . .wait . . ."Hiro stuttered, trying to come to
grips with the unexpected situation. "What do you think . . ."
Soban limped slowly forward and Hiro backed away . . .eyes fixed on
the yellow butane flame---very aware of the cooking oil soaking his
hair and clothes. With relief he heard the door open---and the desperate
patter of footsteps as Mako dashed out the door and down the street. 
Soban's voice stopped him as he reached the open door.
     "Better call Ayakosan and tell her you can't make it."
     "Wha---" Hiro had just a moment a tiny fraction of time to realize
what Soban meant as she touched flame to oil. With a despairing
shriek Hiro ran into the night. 
     Soban watched his blazing figure skitter madly through the
street, then turned away in disgust. 
     "Damn . . .what a stupid place to put a koi pond." She dismissed the
scorched and now soaking Hiro and limped over to the unconscious
figure of Minako. 

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Minako came awake sick and slow . . .crawling through a thick mud of
pain and nausea. Like a waking nightmare she half remembered---
HIRO! Flailing frantically she struggled to escape 
    "Owww! Watch what you're doin'"
Fuzzily Minako peered at the figure laying beside her---on the floor ,
she realized.
     "W rrrrr . . ." Minako coughed, clearing her clogged throat and tried
again. "Wha ?"
It was enough for Soban. "Mr. Cool tried to rape you." She pulled a
foil packet from under her pillow and held it in from of the groggy
Minako. It's called 'roach' or R2 on the street. Rohypnol--- She slowly
spelled out. "It's great for rape.  Paralyze's ya kills your memory.
You don't remember nothin'---maybe a few minutes at the beginning.
Not much more. Quick too. Maybe fifteen minutes. Faster with alcohol.
Next day ya wake up with a headache an a used condom beside you."
Mianko shuddered at Soban's matter of fact tone. "Where . . .where's
. . ." She couldn't bring herself to say his name.
     "Mr. Cool?"
Minako nodded shakily, her eyes darting frantically around the room.
     "I set him on fire and he left."
     "WHAT!" Minako bolted upright in shock, then groaned as ten
thousand devils started digging a ditch in her brain. "Ohhhhhh." And
her mouth tasted like a cat had peed blood on her tongue before dying
of some lingering illness. Her stomach lurched and she lunged up,
scrambling for the bathroom.

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     ". . . stupid place to put a koi pond.  Anyway, last I saw . . ." Soban
pushed her plate across the table. "These wiffle things are good."
     "Waffles." Minako said woodenly. "They're called waffles."
     "Yeah, whatever. Can I have some more? Like I said" Soban
continued her narrative as Minako filled her plate. "Last I saw ,Mr.
Cool  was crawling out the koi pond and headed off down the street.
Boy . . .I'm stuffed." She patted her stomach comfortably. 
     "I'm glad you liked it." Minako picked up her plate and turned
toward the sink.
     "Problem?"
A tear leaked from Minako's eye and traveled slowly down her cheek to
hang from the point of her chin. "No . . .I'm fine." Another tear made a
slow solitary journey down her cheek. "I'm . . .I'm . . ." Anguish closed
around her throat like a fist.  A small bandaged hand came around her
waist. 
     "Yeah. Right." The rough voice was skeptical. "OK . . .come on."
Unresisting Minako let Soban lead her to the furo. It wasn't  until she
was chin deep in the scalding water that some of the numbness started
to thaw. She felt suddenly self conscious and wrapped her arms around
her bare chest. Soban saw the gesture and grinned sourly.
     "I think . . ." She grimaced as she struggled to move her crippled
body into the furo.
Hissing in pain she eased into the tub. "I think your virtue is safe from
me . . .but feel free to slake your lust on my body---" Sobans head
rocked as Minako backhanded her.
Soban wiped a smear of blood from her freshly split lip.
     "Feel better?"
Minako stared in horror. "OH god . .oh god. I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry 
. . ."I'm . . ."
     "I asked for it." Soban said matter-of-factly. "You were holding it
all in. You let stuff fester an' it's bad. Better to get it out now."
     "But . . but I hurt you."
Soban gave a little bark of laughter, then winced as she pulled the cut
on her lip. "That! That's nothin' Now, what's bothern' you?:"
     "What do you think?" Minako shot back, a little sullenly.
     "Well," Soban drawled. "could be you're pissed 'cause I stopped Mr.
Cool."
     "WHAT! Are you out of . . ."
     "OK . . .some girls like it that way . . .they can pretend it's not their
fault." Minako looked at Soban in shock as she continued. "Could be
you're upset 'cause you think you were stupid. Lettin' that little piss-ant
trick you like that."
Mianko ducked her head, shamefaced. She did feel like an
idiot betrayed---
     "Well . . .ya were an idiot. Anybody with half a brain coulda told
you what he was up to."
Minako's head jerked up, eyes blazing then almost as quickly dropped
back with a moan of self disgust. .
     "I was soooo STUPID! How could I have let him . .  let him . . ."
     "OK . . .we already know you were stupid. Don't trim your nails in
front of the lamp." Soban quoted the old homely. "Learn from it."
     "Learn what? That I'm an idiot---a gullible fool---" She sputtered as
a face full of water hit her.
     "Think about how the jerk acted," Soban lectured irritably. "an' 
how YOU acted. And why. He's not the only guy or girl that will try to
take advantage of you. This guy wanted to fuck you to win a bet. He
needed a hundred girls before some other little prick got a hundred.
The next guy 'll want money. Or some girl will want your job. Ya gotta
figure th' angle people always want something. Ya  know what
THEY want---an' DON"T let 'em know what you want you win."
     "What do YOU want Soban? Why did you help me? You could
have just stayed in bed. No one would have blamed you. You're sick ,
hurt. He could have killed you. Why take that risk?"
     "Mizunosama would have my ass if anything happened to you."
Soban said simply, as  if that answered the question.
     "Why?" Minako's brow furrowed as she tried to understand. "Why
do you care so much what Amichan thinks?"
     "Mizunosama is going to be somebody someday. She's a scholar,"
Soban ticked off each point on her fingers. Rich, connected. She can be
anything she wants. And she's gonna arry well. Mizunosama
is going to the top. An' I'm going with her."
     "But . . .why? I mean you---you're smart. You can . . ."
Soban snorted . "I'm nothin' . . .street trash. I grew up in the
Kabuki-cho." 
     Minako stiffened in recognition. Located on the east side of
Shinjuku Eki, the busiest train station in the world.  Kabuki-cho was
the center of every vice, vermin and yakuza in Japan. 
Soban nodded at as she saw the look on Minako's face. "That's how I
knew about the 'roach', I was raised by whores . . .until child welfare
decided it was 'unsuitable'." She laughed sourly. "As if I belonged
someplace else." 
     Minako started to protest, but Soban ran a hand  along the scar
that bisected her face. "No one in Japan . . .in the world was gonna'
adopt a crippled freak like me. Anyway . . .Mizunosama is my ticket off
the streets. I sure ain't gonna marry well. An' I don't think I make the
'corporate' image, now do I." She stared at Mianko, daring her to
disagree. Minako stayed silent, shocked at Soban's matter of fact tone. 
     "So---I need a  . . .patron. An' right now Mizunosama OWES
me. Big time. I'm useful to her. An' I'm gonna' keep right on bein' useful
'till I've got the stink of Kabuki-cho washed off me. An' then I'm never
goin' back. And if that means  keepin' Misunosama's  friends from doin'
stupid stuff . . .stuff that would make her unhappy---" Soban spread her
hands in a wide gesture.
     The two girls sat silently in the hot furo for several long
minutes.             
      Minako finally broke the silence. "Anyway you finally got me
naked . . .You've gotten Ami, Makato and now me.  What is it with
you and naked girls anyway?"
Soban stared lazily at Mianko until she began to get uneasy under the
scrutiny. Slowly . . .Soban trailed her hand underwater . . .up Minako's
ankle . . .along her calf . . .until her fingers lightly circled Minako's
knee. 
     Helplessly Minako giggled at the feathery touch. 
     "It's the knees." Soban's gravely voice came at last.
     "Huh?" Minako started at the sound. "What do you mean?"
     "I . . .just . . .love . . ."
     A delighted shiver ran through Minako as Soban feathered
gentle fingers around her knees. Unexpectedly Soban's leg rose from
the water---like some sea monster. . twisted . . .scarred . . .freakish. 
     "I love knees. Smooth, graceful quiet." Soban bent her
leg slightly and Minako winced at the harsh crackling popping sound as
the scarred knee moved a few degrees then stopped. 
     " . . .flexible knees." Soban let her leg slip back out of
sight. 
     "If I had one wish . . .well maybe more than one wish . . ."Soban
sank back in the water with a sigh. 
     Minako felt a sudden disappointment as the clever fingers
ceased their delicious torment. 
     "But if I had a wish . . .it would be for knees. Smooth flexible
knees. That always worked. And never hurt."