A Sailor Moon FanFiction by Animelill. So here it is! The long-awaited mini-series, 'Savage Nights'. Firstly, a warning: This is either a hentai/lemon fanfic or a seriously weird one, I dunno. Sailor Moon and its characters have been distorted so much from their original selves that only their names and relationships (e.g Haruka and Michiru, Usagi and Mamoru) remain. The title comes from a French film of the same name, but more on that later. The movie's dark tone impressed me so much that I wanted to bring that same tone to Sailor Moon. Mandatory Copyright notes: Sailor Moon was created by Naoko Takeuchi. So blame her for making these characters so easy to screw around with. Nice stuff goes to: animelill@hotmail.com and flames go to: animelill@geocities.com Please don't be put off too soon, hopefully this will become something memorable. Ladies and Gentlemen, leave your prejudices at the door and embrace... --------------- SAVAGE NIGHTS: Welcome to our hell --------------- A seedy part of Tokyo. Inconspicuously dressed in a large trenchcoat, a tall figure trails the streets. She looks around, disgusted at the sight -- hookers with their pimps, junkies shooting up or begging for their next hit, the neon lights of strip joints and 'guest' clubs which fill the sky with a sort of dirty pleasure, the smoky night air -- yet she knew she wouldn't have it any other way. This was her world, her hell, her home. Her routine for the city nights was by now, familiar and comfortable. She walks into a narrow alley and stops outside a heavy, dirty green door. She knocks. A slight woman, whose obvious grace and beauty are out of place, answers the door. "Ara, Haruka, I didn't think I'd see you tonight. You haven't been home for three days. Where have you been?" A stale smell of alcohol escapes from cloaked figure's mouth. The tall woman, still in her trenchcoat, walks past the shorter woman with no response. Her only reaction was to look up, to avoid the sight of the protruding belly belonging to the other. She makes her way through a dark passageway into a door. She slams the door shut with a mixture of drunken frustration and anger. The shorter woman, watching the door slam in her face, sighs. This is also part of the routine. Inside the almost bare room stands the tall figure, now divested of her coat to reveal an androgynous blond with green eyes, once deep and filled with passion, now hard and fixed into cold gaze. Removing other outer clothes, she flops into bed and sleeps almost immediately, dreaming blurry alcohol dreams. On the wall, a dartboard with the photo of a happy couple is pinned to it. All the darts are embedded in the man's head. Next to the man stands a younger woman with an odd hairstyle -- two meatball sized shapes on the top of her head with long ponytails hanging down. Outside, in the small kitchen, sits a woman with aqua coloured hair and sad blue eyes. Nestling a cup of coffee in one hand, she fiddles with a heart shaped locket in the other, examining the inscription on it: 'To Michiru - for forever and a day. love Haruka.' Reading the message over and over again, old memories and new bitterness well up, and she weeps into her coffee, which had long since cooled. --------------- "You got the stuff?" a gruff voice asks a young girl. The girl, who looks no older than 12, grimaces. She wears a large raincoat. "Yeah, I got your shit. But it didn't come easy. There were guards all over the place. I want more as compensation." her violet eyes are determined as she waits patiently for the other's answer. The other, a woman with dark green hair and wine red eyes, stares back at the girl with the same intensity. The elder finally breaks into a smile. "Sure, why not?" she hands over an extra two hundred dollars. "Go buy some candy or some other kiddy crap." The girl smiles back sweetly, and races off. She meets up with a friend in a nearby diner. They sit in a booth, examining their loot. "Well, didja get th' extra?" the girl's friend, a younger child with bubblegum pink hair, asks her. "Uh-huh. Setsuna's an easy squeeze for cash." They giggle, and finish off their sundaes. After a while, the sun begins to rise. "We'd better go. My mom's probably waiting." Hotaru nods in agreement, and they slip out the door quietly without paying the bill. --------------- "FUCK YOU MAMORU!" a woman screeches to a tall, dark man. "I want a pay rise and that's that. I _need_ more makeup. How am I gonna see customers lookin' like this?" She points to bruise above her eye. Her pimp is not fazed. "Don't I pay you enough, Makoto? Besides, it's not your face those customers are after." With this, she lashes out, only to find herself pushed against the wall by Mamoru. He is too strong, and Mako weakens slightly. "Don't I give you all you need?" his rough hand travels up Makoto's dress, and slide underneath her panties. "You bitch," he growls. "You're already wet." She whimpers softly as he slips two fingers into her. Mamoru presses Makoto harder into the wall and they buck against each other, with Mamoru's cock getting stiffer and stiffer. His fingers pump harder and faster until Makoto comes, shivering from head to toe with pleasure. She utters a low groan and sinks her teeth into his shoulder whilst Mamoru withdraws his hand, covered in her juices. He licks it, and begins to unzip his bulging jeans. Makoto knowingly kneels in front of his erect cock, which is dripping with pre-cum. She takes it all in one swift movement, sucking on it with vigour. He comes quickly, overflowing in Makoto's mouth and spraying into her face and hair. She is still cleaning up when there is a knock at the door. "Come in." Minako walks in to see Makoto, planted to Mamoru's crotch. She looks at them both with indifference. Rei trails behind Minako, her face an obvious sign of a junkie. "If you've got a problem, you're welcome to join us." Mamoru gives a wicked grin. She shakes her head. "Well, whaddya want?" his voice is impatient as his cock is beginning to get hard again. Makoto sits him down on a seat and begins to stradle him. Minako flicks her hair back. "I got kicked out of my apartment. Can I crash at your house?" "Sure." he answers. "I like to know that I take care of my girls." he looks at Minako. "You really don't wanna join us?" he glances towards Mako. "No thanks." she sneers, and walks out the door. Mamoru looks at Rei, who is standing there, edgy and trembling. "What's wrong? Got stiffed on a bad number?" She nods. He throws her a small bag with some fine white powder in it. "This should last you a while. Get the hell outta my sight, you junkie bitch." Rei looks at the bag that she has been given and walks out happily. Mamoru turns his attention back to Makoto, who is nibbling on his dark brown nipples. "Now, where were we?" --------------- A phone rings. "Hello, Chiba residence?" "Usagi, is that you?" That voice... "Ami! How have you been? I haven't heard from you in ages! Are you back Tokyo?" "Yes, but not for long. Meet me at the Sakura Inn tomorrow night, 9 o' clock." Ami's voice is alarmingly urgent. "Please, Usagi, we need to talk." Usagi is shocked by her friend's tone of voice. "Yes, yes of course I'll be there. I'll see you then." Ami hangs up quickly, smiling to herself. Perhaps she overdid the emoting, but it got Usagi worried enough to agree to meet her... Better not hurry this, you've waited too long... Usagi... You're _mine_. --------------- "Haruka? Are you awake?" No answer. "Haruka, I'm going to Lamarz class now. If you're hungry, there's some rice and vegetables on the stove." Still no answer. Michiru sighs, knowing that when she leaves, Haruka will leave too, and possibly never come back. She pats her large belly, hoping that the child inside would possibly bring Haruka to her senses. After all, wasn't it what they wanted? A child of their own? But of course, she knows that won't happen. As far as Haruka was concerned, the child inside was _his_, and nothing in the world could change that. --------------- End of part one. --------------- End notes: At first I wrote this on inspiration from a film I saw, but now I write because Mark Berger asked me _not_ to write this fic. I don't dislike the guy or anything, but how can one critcize a piece of work one has never seen before? Why in the hell is he so moralistic about Sailor Moon anyway? If he was so moralistic, he wouldn't be writing hentai fics in the first place! Get off your horse, mate, and join the rest of us lowly peasants. Please e-mail to me if you've ever gotten a flame or some not-nice comments from him. I'd like to know! (Hey Mark, flame me at: kissmyass@geocities.com) Seriously though, this fic was written on inspiration from a film called 'Savage Nights' (in French, with subtitles). I won't go into detail about it, except for the fact it has absolutely nothing in common with this story or Sailor Moon in general. But watch the damn film anyway. The director guy died four days before receiving Cesars (French academy awards) and I think that his film deserves to be watched at least once. Hey, still here? Good. My apologies for this part being so short, but I was busy writing up my webpage at: http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Pagoda/8629/ssshhhh!.htm (don't check it out yet, it's still not finished!) COMING SOON: SAVAGE NIGHTS pt.2 : We'll find out why the senshi became like this and see what happens to Usagi when she meets Ami. There will more on the other senshi, especially Haruka and Michiru. Stay tuned! FOR FOREVER AND A DAY: Endymion (Mamoru) and Setsuna STUDY SESSION: Makoto and Ami The Usagi and Dimand fic has been ditched for the time being. Fer chris'sake, am I the only one getting sick and tired of all the Serena (Usagi) and Darien (Mamoru) hentai fics out there? I just loved the Hentai Man's (and Ecchi Boy's) fic/epic, 'Dark Kingdom Sex Games' (both I and II).