It's Just Too Horrible
It's Just Too Horrible
A Sailor Moon fanfiction by June "KaraOhki" Geraci
September 21, 2003
Sailor Moon and its characters are owned by Naoko Takeuchi, and belong to her, not me. This story is for entertainment only, and not to be used commercially.
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It had been a terribly long, difficult day, and Rei was tired. A combination of exams, housework, homework, and a late-night youma attack had made her want only one thing, and nothing else would do.
She opened the bathroom door, started filling the tub, and added a couple of capfuls of foaming scented bath oil. A few moments of reflection on her day made her uncap the bottle again and add another large splash of the oil.
"That should do it," she murmured happily when the tub was finally full. "Now all I need is a good romance novel to read while I soak." A detour to a bookstore on the way home had used up most of Rei's pocket money, but the weight of the heavy bag on her wrist had made her smile as she walked. There was enough reading material here for weeks.
Rei returned to her bedroom and upended the bag of books onto her bed. She selected one, turned, and the phone rang. Rei growled in annoyance and picked it up. Before she could say hello, Usagi started talking.
"Rei, Rei? Is that you?"
"Well who else would it be?"
"Help me! You've got to come right now, please! It's just too horrible, and I can't fight it myself!"
"Where are you?"
"In my room! I'm trapped!"
The romance novel hit the floor.
*****
As Rei ran, she wondered how an enemy had found Usagi at home. Had she been followed? She had a vague memory of her friend mentioning that her family was out of town, and that she'd have the house to herself. If Usagi's secret identity had been discovered, her enemies would consider it a perfect time to go after her.
There was nothing out of the ordinary to see on the street when Rei arrived, and Usagi's home seemed undamaged. Rei scanned the area cautiously before pulling out the key her friend had given her and letting herself in.
"Usagi? Usagi, are you here?"
"Rei, hurry!!!"
Rei flew up the stairs and into Usagi's room. Her scream ripped through the night air.
*****
The annoying beeping sound woke Ami just as she was beginning to drift off. She reached for her alarm clock, but it wasn't making the noise. A few seconds later she realized that it was her communicator.
"Yes? Yes?"
Two screams came over the device. A few short questions later, Ami was out of bed and hurrying across town. She took the liberty of calling Makoto and Minako as she ran, and the three girls converged on Usagi's house. A quick conference got them organized. Ami and Minako came in through Usagi's window, while Makoto let herself in by the front door. The results were the same--a lot of screaming, and some whimpered sobs.
*****
Mamoru always knew when Usagi was in trouble. ALWAYS. He'd been sitting with his feet up, enjoying a nice cup of tea, when this feeling of dread overcame him, and he hurried out of his apartment. Behind him, the phone began to ring.
*****
"He didn't answer!" wailed Usagi. "What are we going to do?"
"We've got to fight it," was the answer from Ami. "It's the only alternative left to us."
The answer from the other four was unanimous, and deafening: "Noooooooo!!!!"
*****
"I'm coming! Hold on!" shouted Mamoru. Seconds later, he arrived at the Tsukino house. He burst through the door, and flew up to his girlfriend's bedroom, expecting the worst. Mamoru kicked the door open, and discovered all five girls huddled up together in the corner, crying hysterically. Other than that, everything seemed perfectly normal. Mamoru scanned the room.
No youma.
No madmen.
No anything.
Usagi leaped across the room, tripping over her chair and her bed in the process, and wrapped herself around her boyfriend. "Mamo-chan! You came!"
Mamoru kissed Usagi's forehead and disentangled himself from her death grip. "Yes, but what's the problem? I don't see anything."
Five fingers pointed across the room. "It went into the closet," said Minako.
"It what?"
"It's been doing that every few minutes," explained Makoto.
Mamoru was about to ask for clarification when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. A rather small red and white striped spider was crawling out through the crack beneath the closet door. The girls screamed, held onto each other, and shook.
Mamoru put his hand to his forehead, and shut his eyes. After he slowly counted to ten, he opened them again. "Okay, you're telling me that THIS is the problem?"
He got five identical nods.
"This evening the five of you fought a twenty foot tall youma, who was dripping with ichor, and who'd destroyed a six-block stretch of downtown Tokyo, without even blinking or thinking twice. Yet you're afraid of this little--"
"YES!" screamed Usagi. "Yes yes yes yes!!! It's just too horrible!"
Mamoru sighed, and stomped the spider. He was immediately dog piled by five grateful girls, who covered him with kisses.
"I guess that was worth it," he said.
Two cats entered through the open window. Artemis ran directly to the splotch on the floor and stared at it, horrified.
"Who killed the ambassador?" demanded Luna angrily.