In But A Dream - A Sailormoon/JtHM crossover
I didn't want to hurt you, but you're...
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A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic
Chapter 7 - "I didn't want to hurt you, but you're pretty when you cry." -Vast
"NNY!" It was a muffled cry from behind the barrier of dull metallic coloured tape. It could very well have been a "No!", and to any sane man, it was. But to dear Johnny C., it was his name.
No one had ever cried out his name before, never summoned him for their own salvation. Oh, sure, there have been the "I'm sorry"'s and "you don't have to do this"'s and the occasional "Oh dear sweet monkey juice my STOMACH!!"'s, but never a "Please 'Nny. . .stop this. Save me."
Not even from Devi.
Johnny blinked, head cocking offside slightly, thin fingers gripping the knife's handle tightly. The manic expression in his large, vast eyes slowly subsiding.
He regarded Hotaru carefully, who's hair had fallen over an eye, and whos shoulders rose and fell with each breath braught by hightened senses. Her deep breaths caused the tape over her mouth to expand and contract from and into the pit that was her mouth. Her one eye, which was unobstructed by hair, was furrowed slightly, intense, stern. A deep violet pool in which Johnny could easily lose himself. The eye was shineing with tears, which Hotaru kept in check. They gathered at the bottom of her eye, and glittered from the light it caught from the reflective knife blade. Diamond-like.
The tears were a subtle contrast to her solomn, purple eye. Black bangs cutting through her face on either side of her eye. It was almost as if he was looking into the sky itself. One that was clear of desease, pollution, and birds. A skylay lay beneith, and watch the stars.
Johnny lowered the knife, and reached out with his other hand, slipping a finger between cheek and tape and peeling the obtrusive layer away.
"You called?"
At the peeling of the tape, (Which 'Nny was now doing a little dance to rid it from his fingers) Hotaru let out a small yelp, gulping in a mouthful of oxygen, before licking her lips. She cringed at the glue- y taste of tape residue left of her lips, and exhaled.
"Yes." Truth be told, Hotaru had not 'called', but chose to err on the side of compliance, in order to figure out a way out of this infernal situation. "I'm nore wre who...Devi...is...but I honestly ment to do her no harm."
"HAH!" Snapped 'Nny.
"Furthermore!" Continued Hotaru firmly. "I did not mean to 'infect' anyone with anything! Is this what this is about?! Desease? Being shunned for one reason or another?"
"SHUT UP!" Screamed the maniac, eyes narrowing to slits. "You can co comprihend my reasons!! You're one of...THEM!" He continued emphatically.
"Them?"
"The pretty ones. The 'normal' ones. The kind that taunt and tease others with there pre-fabricated notions! Spreading hate and ignorrence through the filthy city!"
Hotaru blinked a moment. "Normal?" She murmured out in a soft, disbeleiving tone. "Pretty?"
Hotaru let it sink in a moment, mulling it around in her mind, before she opened her mouth to speak. She ment for it to be a well thought out arguement. . .this was not exactly the case.
"You think I'm pretty?! NORMAL!? How would you know that?! You saw me in a store window then ATTACKED ME! Do you know how many friends I have? Do you know about the accident that killed my mother? I know what it is to be laughed at by your classmates! thought of as weird and gross! I know what it's like to be a shadow of a person 'Nny!"
"STOP IT!!" Hissed out The thin, young man. "You're breaking my concentration!"
"I've had a darkness inside me that you could not possibly imagine!" Growled Hotaru, eyes gradually narrowing. The scrunching of her eyes caused her tear to spill over her lower eyelid and skate down her soft, milky cheek. "A whole desire to _kill_ everything and everyone I've ever loved! My father, my friends, my WORLD!..and I can STILL DO IT JOHNNY! I Still have the blackness, the uglyness, inside me, to distroy everything. To make it all _dissapear_. Simply. With words. I AM death, Silence, rebirth. I AM Dark!"
A small expance of silence.
"....But you would not know that, would you Johnny C., Homicidal maniac. You mearly assumed something on my appearance, like the people you hate. You would not know about my darkness, my uglyness. . .because you did not ask"