by Haruka

Fish Eye strolled into the living room and knelt in front of the fireplace, warming his hands. In this, what he called his 'mid-way' form between human and fish, his hands were the sole indicator of his true origin. His nails were long and red, but the skin was green, with scales on the back and webbing between the fingers. Like his fins and tail in fish-form, the nails could secrete poison at his will.
He'd learned the hard way that his poison, like his magic, was ineffective against the Star Lights. Although Yaten had sported a painful scratch for the better part of two weeks, the poison hadn't worked. As a result, Fish Eye was ordered to stay in human form until the scratch disappeared, which he wouldn't have minded except that he was forbidden to dress like a girl. This was an effective punishment for either he or Nuriko, both of whom liked to appear female whenever possible. In addition, he'd been denied swimming privileges. Even submerging in the bathing pool was forbidden, and he'd been forced to make due with sponge baths. For someone who was half fish, it had been hell.
"Hey, Fishie," Hawk Eye's warm voice and gentle hand on his shoulder comforted him away from the disturbing memories. The pink- haired boy sat beside him, and he glanced his way.
"You must be pretty proud," he remarked. "Capturing those Sailor Scouts impressed the Mistresses very much."
"Not particularly proud," Hawk Eye admitted. "I remember being a new slave. I tried to use my fire against Mistress Seiya and failed miserably. Then I tried to overpower her and she blasted me with _her_ power."
"Why the serious faces?" Tiger Eye asked as he joined them. "You should be enjoying the night off. With new toys to occupy them, the Star Lights may lay off us for a while."
"Yes, but at the expense of those girls," Fish Eye said softly.
"I don't envy that Haruka," Hawk Eye remarked. "Mistress Seiya won't forgive her for punching her. She'll suffer for it."
"I don't envy any of them," Fish Eye said frankly. "Being a new slave is scary."
"Hey, being an old slave is no picnic, either!" Tiger Eye reminded him. "We live in fear every day of our lives. If someone else can take our place for a while, great."
"You don't mean that, Tigger," Hawk Eye said.
"Damn straight I do!" the blonde exclaimed. "I hate being used and abused by them and I hate even more seeing you two go through it! Don't tell me to wish it were us in their bedrooms because I can't!"
"Can't you wish it was no one?" Fish Eye asked.
"It'll never be no one, Fish Eye," Tiger Eye said flatly. "There are millions of people they can choose from and take hostage when they want to. But their beds will never be cold." He got up and began pacing like an animal in a cage, finally pausing by the liquor cabinet. "Fishie, come here."
"Why?" Fish Eye got to his feet and went over.
"Can you unlock that with one of your nails?" Tiger Eye nodded at the cabinet.
"Tiger Eye, what are you thinking?" Hawk Eye asked in a warning tone.
"I'm thinking too much, just like you," Tiger Eye said frankly. "If we're really going to relax, we need some help."
Fish Eye studied the bottles on display behind the glass doors for a few moments, then inserted a fingernail into the keyhole.
"Fish Eye!" Hawk Eye jumped up and ran over just as the lock clicked.
"Party time!" Tiger Eye declared as he threw open the cabinet doors. Fish Eye looked guiltily up at Hawk Eye, who was glowering at him.
"I'd like to forget for a while," he pleaded. "Can't we? Just for a _while_?"
Hawk Eye looked at the boys, who were both waiting for his answer. Finally, he sighed and smiled. "Race you to see who gets drunk first."

Palla Palla lay back on some of the cushions spread around the slaves' quarters, giving a big yawn. "Palla Palla is very sleepy."
"It's getting late," Ves Ves remarked. "It took a while to get those two Sailor Scouts ready, didn't it?"
"That's 'cause of all the hair on the older one," Cere Cere sniffed. "It took forever to rinse it out."
"Phoo, our hair's longer than hers when it's not bound up," scoffed Jun Jun, then put her chin in her hands. "They were both really pretty, though, weren't they?"
"I wanted to talk to them, but they never said a word," Ves Ves pointed out. "I think they were upset about their girlfriends."
"Can you believe Haruka decked Star Fighter?" Jun Jun swung her fist in imitation. "POW!"
"I would have applauded if I hadn't been so stunned," Cere Cere admitted.
"She'll be soooorryyyyyy," Palla Palla sang.
Ves Ves nodded agreement. "Big time."
"Erios should be the one in trouble," Jun Jun declared. "For trying to hide the other Scouts."
"Yeah, but that'll never happen," Ves Ves replied.
The door opened and Nuriko came in, Zoisite trailing after him. She plopped down onto the pillows, muttering to herself.
"Time to get ready for bed, girls," Nuriko told the Quartet.
"Aw, can't we stay up later?" Jun Jun asked. "It's not often we don't have to worry about being claimed by the Lights."
Zoisite snorted. The four girls glanced her way.
"What's her problem?" Cere Cere asked.
"Is she upset about her girlfriend?" Palla Palla wondered aloud.
"_I_ think she's mad about being dumped!" Ves Ves said mischievously.
"What?!" Zoisite turned on her. "That's ridiculous! I didn't want to go with those two creeps!"
"Still, they were fighting over you until Michiru and Setsuna arrived," Cere Cere pointed out.
"That's completely beside the point!" Zoisite yelled.
"Hey, don't feel bad," Jun Jun told her. "You're pretty enough for them. They just have a fascination with Sailor Scouts, that's all." She cocked her head, studying Zoisite closely. "'Course, you are kind of flat- chested--"
Zoisite's green eyes flashed dangerously and Nuriko hurriedly interrupted, "Where are the Trio? They should be in here by now."
The sound of very loud and very bad piano music came from downstairs, accompanied by raucous hooting and clapping. The Quartet jumped up and ran out to investigate, with Nuriko close behind. Zoisite hesitated, then curiosity got the best of her and she joined the pursuit.

Haruka stood stiffly near the closed door of Seiya's bedroom. The alien Sailor Scout had de-transformed as she passed through the doorway and was once again male. Haruka knew at that moment that Michiru was being 'prepared' for Star Healer, or maybe Yaten, by the Quartet, and she dreaded the thought of what would come afterwards. She wanted to charge out the door, take Michiru by the hand, and run away with her, hiding somewhere no one would ever find them. It wasn't the first time she'd wished she could do that in her time as a Sailor Scout, and she knew it wouldn't be the last. Unless, of course, Seiya killed her within the next few minutes.
The handsome young man certainly looked as if murder might be on his mind. He left Haruka standing at the door and walked past the couch, chairs, and fireplace that made up the sitting area of his spacious room. He stalked straight over to the bed--a queen-size four-poster that sported a red satin bedspread. There he turned and met Haruka's eyes from across the room. "Come here."
"Thanks, I'm fine where I am," Haruka responded.
Seiya reached down between his bed and the bedside table and snatched up a riding crop. "Get _over_ here!" he ordered, cracking it against the bedpost.
Haruka started in spite of herself. The sight and sound of the riding crop had suddenly made this 'pleasure slave' stuff much more real and frightening. She really was trapped with a lunatic Sailor Scout who was somehow both male and female, and that person was holding a riding crop, demanding her approach. Escape wasn't an option--there was no way off the island, and she didn't even know where to find Michiru, let alone how to save her.
Michiru, she thought with a growing ache in her chest.
"Do I have to threaten your girlfriend again to make you obey me?" Seiya demanded. "I'll have Yaten beat her black and blue, and believe me, Haruka, he'll enjoy doing it."
Clenching her fists to keep her fury in check, Haruka padded over the plush carpeting to where Seiya waited.
"That's better," the raven-haired boy said. He lifted the riding crop and slowly drew it along Haruka's jawline, down her throat, and further still to the hollow between her breasts. Haruka tried to slow her breathing to keep her chest from rising and falling so temptingly, but with the tip of the riding crop tickling between her breasts it was impossible. Seiya smiled knowingly and drew the crop down past her chest to her stomach, then down her right leg. When he slid it back up the inside of that leg and it disappeared under her skirt, Haruka leaped backwards.
"Don't do that!" she snapped.
Seiya laughed nastily. "I'll do whatever I damn well please with you or to you, Haruka. You're my private property. If you ever sleep with Michiru again, it'll only be through my and Yaten's leave. The happier you make us, the more priviledges you'll have. Make us unhappy, and we'll make you both miserable. Do you follow me?"
"Bastard," Haruka accused.
Seiya stepped forward and gripped her chin in his hand. "You'd better get used to my touch on your skin, because there isn't an inch of it that I won't familiarize myself with." He concluded by kissing her hard on the mouth.
Haruka couldn't help herself--she shoved him away. Seiya fell back onto the bed and glared up at Haruka, who wiped her mouth in distaste.
"I guess you don't believe me after all," Seiya said coldly. He stood up and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Haruka asked warily.
"To talk to Yaten," Seiya retorted. "I'll tell him to leave bruises on Michiru so that you may see them in the morning."
"No!" Haruka shouted, then added in a softer tone, "Don't."
Seiya paused by the doorway and looked back at her. "You'll behave yourself?"
Haruka couldn't bring herself to voice her agreement, so she nodded, averting her eyes.
"That's not good enough," Seiya said curtly. "Say it."
"I-I'll behave myself," Haruka murmured, her gaze remaining elsewhere. She sensed his approach.
"Look me in the eyes."
She slowly turned her head to look where he stood in front of her. With thoughts of Michiru's safety urging her on, she raised her gaze to meet his.
"Say it," he told her.
"I'll behave myself," she responded, putting as much feeling into the words as she could muster.
"'Master'," Seiya prompted.
"Master," Haruka repeated, somehow managing not to grit her teeth against the repulsive word.
"Don't forget to always call me Master, unless I've transformed, and then I'm Mistress, understand?"
"Yes ... Master."
"Good." Seiya lifted a hand to her face and softly stroked her skin. "You have the face and body of a goddess, Tenou Haruka." He patted her cheek. "Unfortunately, you have an impulsive streak. You proved that when you punched me."
Haruka tensed at the hidden implication of his tone. Seiya clearly held a grudge over that public humiliation and now had come pay-back time. "I'm sorry, Master," she said, marvelling at how easily she could lie when she wanted to.
"You're a lousy liar," Seiya said frankly. He picked up the riding crop once more. "Take off the dress."
Alarm bells went off in Haruka's mind and her heartbeat shifted to overdrive. She'd taken a beating many times before fighting demons, aliens, and other threats as a Sailor Scout, but never had she been stripped naked to meet the business end of a riding crop. She silently ordered her fingers not to tremble as she pushed the dress straps off her shoulders. Would she scream when the crop bit into her flesh? She hoped not. Michiru might hear, and that was the last thing she wanted.
Seiya's expression while she disrobed was unreadable, but when the dress finally fell to the floor, he looked her over with an appraising smile. "You have the most incredible body I've ever seen, and as an idol singer, I've seen a lot." The smile disappeared and his expression became ominous. He moved to the bedside and sat down on the edge. "Come here, Haruka," he said firmly.
Why was he sitting down? Haruka wondered. Beating her with a riding crop would surely be easier if she stood against a wall or laid flat on the bed. She walked over to him uncertainly, and before she could react, he grabbed her wrist. Next thing she knew, she was face-down over his lap. Colour rushed to her face as she realized how ridiculous she must look. That colour intensified when she felt his hand glide over her bare bottom. Where had the riding crop gone? What was he doing?
"Punching me was a big mistake, Haruka," Seiya said, his palm massaging her rear end slowly. "Doing that at all is a bad idea. Doing it in front of my friends and slaves is unforgiveable." His hand left her bottom briefly, then descended with a sharp, painful smack.
Haruka gasped in pain and surprise as inexplicable warmth shot through her loins. A second swat came, and with it, another wave of heat, coupled with an aching need that ran from her toes up to her waist. What was her body doing to her? The third swat answered her question as she felt moisture between her legs. No! she thought furiously. I'm not enjoying this! I'm Sailor Uranus, I will not accept this humiliation! She began to struggle, but Seiya's left hand held her in place, while his right hand began massaging her tingling bottom.
"What's wrong, Uranus?" he taunted gently. "Afraid your body will betray you? Or maybe it already has." Fingers began slipping between her legs, and Haruka pressed them together in protest. A chastising smack landed on her rear. "Bad girl," Seiya said sternly. "Stop resisting me or things will go worse for you and Michiru."
Michiru, Haruka groaned internally. What would _she_ think of seeing her proud partner in such a position? Could things really get any worse?
She immediately found out they could, as Seiya roughly parted her legs and plunged his fingers into her soaking wet depths. Haruka cried out involuntarily from the unexpected violation. Despite his male form, Seiya was slightly built, and his hands were as slender as Michiru's, but Haruka's body still recognized the difference and her muscles tightened. To her surprise, the hand holding her still moved to her head, caressing her hair in comfort.
"Ssh," he murmured. "I'm not hurting anything but your pride, and you can't have that here anyway." He clicked his tongue and gave a gentle chuckle. "You're this wet from only three swats? I think you like being spanked, Tenou Haruka."
I don't! she thought desperately. You're using some of your weird evil magic on my body, I have no control over it anymore!
The exploring fingers left her and she relaxed, only to be caught off-guard by a hard whack to her bottom. "Ow!" she cried.
"Did you think we were finished with your punishment?" Seiya asked. "Not by a longshot. But I plan to take my time." The same hand that brutalized her trailed over her rear languidly. "You're already starting to turn a nice rosy colour here. Soon these cheeks will be as red as the ones on your face."
"Goodie," Haruka snapped, "something to look forward to."
Seiya laughed. "And still she mouths off! Some people have to learn the hard way, I guess." He gave her another firm swat and Haruka winced. The moisture between her legs was starting to seep between her thighs and probably onto his leg as well. Why wasn't she leaping up to strangle this insect before things went too far? Was it fear that Michiru would suffer that held her in place, or was it something else? And if so, what?
"We've researched all the Sailor Scouts," Seiya remarked, sliding his fingertips over her bottom. "I'll bet you didn't know that. I already knew a lot about you before you arrived. For instance, I know you love racing in all forms, you're a pianist, a notorious flirt, and an incurable tomboy." He chuckled. "I'll bet you hate that dress, and not just because it's short."
Haruka gritted her teeth and tried to remain still. His fingertips tickling her sensitive skin like that was driving her insane. She'd rather he hit her again.
"Has Michiru been your only partner, Haruka?" Seiya questioned. "Have you ever been with a man before?"
Oh no, Haruka thought, he's going to rape me. She knew she should have expected it, but she'd forced the thought from her mind. She also knew she'd never lie still for that.
"I'll bet you haven't been," Seiya answered his own inquiry, fingers tracing the undercurve of her rear. She tried to suppress a shiver and failed. She was wondering if he'd noticed that when suddenly she felt her cheeks being parted and the tip of a finger entering her anally.
"No!" she protested and renewed her struggling.
"Stop that," he chided, slipping the finger deeper inside of her. Haruka didn't think her face could burn any hotter but she felt the heat deepening in intensity, and not just in her cheeks. It wasn't the first time she'd been entered this way--Michiru did that almost as often as she entered her from the front. But a horrible suspicion was dawning on Haruka and she didn't want Seiya to guess what she was thinking.
"That doesn't hurt you at all, does it?" he said more as a statement than a question. "You've done this before with Michiru, I can tell." He rumpled her hair. "But I'll bet you've never done it with anything larger than fingers."
Haruka felt his hand leave her rear end and relaxed, despite his unspoken intent. A solid, unexpected whack drew a shocked cry from her throat.
"Sorry, my dear, but finishing your punishment will help prepare you for what comes next." Seiya began spanking Haruka in earnest, and it wasn't long before the tall tomboy was desperately trying to escape his hand. No longer teasing or tantalizing, the swats were hard and painful, enough so that Haruka felt her eyes welling up. I won't cry, she told herself angrily, I won't! Yet at the same time, tears spilled over and ran down her cheeks.
After what seemed a lifetime, Seiya paused and blew on the reddened palm of his hand. Haruka had long since stopped trying to get away, realizing that something, be it magic, Seiya's strength, or--God help her--her own sense of defeat, was preventing it. She wished miserably that she had magic that would give her strength now, because her bottom felt like it was on fire, she couldn't stop crying, and a flood had taken place between her legs.
Seiya lifted her carefully and moved aside, depositing her gently onto the bed. Haruka buried her hot, wet face into a pillow.
"Haruka, look at me."
She didn't want to. She knew he was aware of her suffering--did he want to savour her pain to its fullest? She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"Look at me or I'll start in on you with the riding crop."
Oh God, she couldn't take that. Not now. Cursing whatever forces had placed her in this hell hole, she raised her head and turned it to look his way. He extended a hand in front of her face, and for a moment, she didn't understand what he wanted. Then it hit her. She thought about arguing, but knew she'd only lose and would probably suffer a lot more before that happened. Shifting position on the bed slightly, Haruka took Seiya's extended hand in hers and kissed it.
Seiya beamed at her and bent down to wipe her face. "Good girl," he crooned. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Yes, it was, spoke up a tiny protest in Haruka's mind, but for some reason, she shook her head rather than give voice to it. She shifted again and winced. God, she hurt so much, and the wetness on her legs was really uncomfortable--
She noticed then that Seiya was getting undressed. Haruka groaned.
"There, there," he said. "Your punishment is over. I won't hurt you anymore than necessary now." He dropped his last stitch of clothing on the carpet and crawled onto the bed with her.
I'm about to be raped, Haruka thought dully. And I don't have the strength or inclination to do a damned thing about it. I'm sorry, Michi.
Seiya dipped his fingers into her still-flowing juices, coating them liberally.
"I had a feeling the spanking would produce enough lubricant for us to use," he said. "You did like it, you know."
Did not, she thought. Did not, did not, did _not_.
"You probably don't want to believe it right now, but it's true," Seiya said. "And there's no shame in it. That's what erotica is all about, indulging in your own preferred practices between consenting partners. Okay, so you weren't exactly consenting this time, but wait until tomorrow night. You'll find yourself wanting it."
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
"In the meantime, I'm going to help you indulge in another of your secret fantasies." He gently pushed her legs apart. "I'm going to turn you into a boy."
Great, Haruka thought flatly. Now he's insane. Not only is he talking nonsense, but he's about to rape me and doesn't have the sense to turn me onto my back.
"I'll take it easy on you at first, just to make sure you can accommodate me," he said.
Don't flatter yourself, she thought bitterly. You can't be that big.
Then she felt his moisture-slick fingers lubricating her anus. Her earlier suppressed suspicions came flooding back and her muscles tightened involuntarily.
"No, don't do that," he told her. "I've coated myself and you, but lubrication can only do so much. You'll have to relax completely."
Yeah, right, she yelled internally. Like that was possible!
She didn't have any more time to think it over, though, because Seiya had laid on top of her and she could feel him slipping into her. Again the muscles tightened, but he began kissing and stroking the back of her head to relax her. At the same time, her aching loins were begging for release from the built-up sexual need the spanking provoked. The tip of him was inside her, and despite everything her head was saying, her body wanted more. Gradually, she relaxed, and he eased himself in deeper.
Haruka groaned, torn between agony and ecstacy. Her tormented insides were revelling in the feeling of him buried within her, while her equally tortured soul screamed at her to fight it. Why can't I resist this? she moaned silently. As if to taunt her further, her demanding body began to move with his. Slowly at first, then faster and harder, in a rhythm that quickly brought them both to the brink of mindless pleasure-- and beyond it.
Haruka lay gasping into the pillow as he withdrew from her, and even then her muscles contracted as if to keep them together still longer. He chuckled softly and pulled back fully, bending down to kiss the small of her back.
"That was wonderful, Haruka, I'm very proud of you," he said warmly. "You can rest assured that you would have made anyone a most satisfying male lover." He tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. "Tomorrow you'll learn how to please me using those beautiful pouty lips of yours."
Huh? Haruka thought in a daze. Whawuzat?
Sudden loud music and a stampede of running feet made Seiya sit up, frowning. "What the hell is going on out there?" he muttered, and crawled off the bed. He pulled a sheet over Haruka, who finally gave in to exhaustion and slept.

Zoisite skidded to a stop behind Nuriko and the Quartet at the entrance to the living room, where an amazing spectacle met their gaze.
Hawk Eye stood at the keyboard of the grand piano, pounding out a raucous non-rhythm that didn't have much to do with music. On top of the piano was Fish Eye, apparently performing an impromptu strip tease. Tiger Eye stood by clapping and hooting, cheering the blue-haired boy on. Scattered around the carpet and across the furniture was an assortment of empty liquor bottles.
The Quartet began to laugh at the sight, but Nuriko was horrified. "What are you three doing?!" he exclaimed, his usual composure forgotten.
Hawk Eye stopped playing and all three boys turned toward them.
"Hi Nuriko!" Fish Eye waved happily. He was bare-chested, his bodysuit hanging off his waist.
Tiger Eye picked up a bottle with something left in it. "Want some?" he offered.
"I can't find the bench!" Hawk Eye giggled, turning left and right to look for the piano bench that pressed against the backs of his knees.
Nuriko rushed over and grabbed the bottle from Tiger Eye. "Fish Eye, get down from there this instant! You should all be ashamed of yourselves! What if the Masters heard you?!"
"We did."
Everyone looked toward the voice and saw the Three Lights standing behind Zoisite and the girls. Their expressions were enough even to silence the giggling Quartet.
"I had all of five minutes with Michiru in my room before this uproar started," Yaten stated, his peridot-coloured eyes dark with anger. "I didn't even have time to undress her."
"Same with me and Setsuna," Taiki snapped. "I am _not_ happy."
Seiya strode over to the piano and reached up to grab Fish Eye's wrist, yanking him down.
"Hey, take it easy!" the little half-fish yelped. "I'm delicate!"
Seiya drew back his hand to slap Fish Eye's face, but was broadsided and tackled simultaneously by a hawk and a tiger.
"Boys!" Nuriko cried.
The tiger backed off, and Fish Eye knelt beside him, wrapping his arms around his neck. The hawk glided over to the piano, landing above the other two as if to guard them.
Seiya got to his feet, his expression ominous as he brushed himself off. "I thought they were over these foolish displays of heroism."
Hawk Eye and Tiger Eye changed back to their mid-way forms, staying close together and to Fish Eye. All three seemed to have sobered with the attack. Nuriko stepped between they and Seiya.
"This is my fault, Master. I was responsible for their initial training and it's obvious I wasn't thorough enough. I also wasn't supervising them tonight when they got into the liquor cabinet. I apologize and accept whatever punishment you think suitable."
"You certainly do bear some responsibility for this, Nuriko," Seiya said sternly. "But they knew what would happen when they did it, and I'm not going to disappoint them." He looked at the Trio. "Tomorrow morning the three of you will be severely punished for both stealing the liquor and the attack you made on me. You can spend the rest of the night thinking about what's coming. Nuriko, you, too, will receive punishment for neglecting your duties. For now you can take them upstairs."
"Yes, Master," Nuriko said softly, then turned to the boys, who were getting to their feet.
"Nuriko, I don't feel good," Fish Eye admitted.
"I know, sweetie," Nuriko said quietly, guiding he and the other two out of the room. Zoisite watched them leave, wondering if their pallor was a result of the alcohol or the coming retribution for it.
"Come on, girls," Nuriko called over his shoulder. The Quartet followed, murmuring amongst themselves, and Zoisite trailed behind, glancing back at the Three Lights, who were surveying the bottle-strewn living room with grim expressions.

"Thank goodness you're okay," Setsuna said to Michiru. The two of them had suddenly found themselves deposited into the deserted slaves' quarters when Yaten and Taiki left to investigate the noise.
"Probably not for long, though." Michiru sighed. "Yaten was looking at me like I was a popsicle he'd found in the desert."
"Taiki was taking his time," Setsuna said wryly. "He made sure I saw him change into his robe, then when he was about to say something, all hell broke loose."
"Haruka wasn't as lucky," Michiru said softly. "She had to go with Seiya right away. She'd already been 'prepared'."
"She must hate these dresses," Setsuna remarked, tugging at the hem. "What there is of them."
Michiru noticed how the white material set off Setsuna's dusky skin and wagered that Taiki had seen it, too. She wondered what that tall bastard would do to Setsuna once he had more time. How was Haruka handling her ordeal? Was she all right? Had Seiya hurt her for punching him?
Oh, Haruka.
The door opened and the other slaves came in. Setsuna and Zoisite spotted each other and rushed to embrace.
"Are you okay?" Zoisite whispered.
"So far, so good. And you?"
"Girls," Nuriko interrupted, supporting Fish Eye with one arm, "it's my job to tell you the rules here, and one of them is that no sexual relations are allowed between slaves without permission."
"As if we'd do anything in a roomful of people!" Zoisite scoffed.
"Why not?" Jun Jun piped up. "You'll have to, anyway."
"Go to bed, you four," Nuriko told the Quartet.
Hawk Eye and Tiger Eye slumped down onto the cushions. "I can't believe we attacked Seiya," Hawk Eye mumbled.
"You're still rather drunk," Nuriko said, stroking Fish Eye's hair. "Instinct won over common sense when you saw Fish Eye about to be hurt. Understandable, albeit not smart."
"We're sorry you got into trouble, too," Tiger Eye said quietly. Nuriko leaned over and cupped his chin in a gentle hand.
"It was my own fault for not stopping you. I should have checked on you at least half an hour ago. _I'm_ sorry."
Zoisite and the Sailor Scouts watched the exchange solemnly. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow," Setsuna remarked. Zoisite sighed and put an arm around both girls.
"We may as well get some sleep. Something tells me we'll need to keep our strength up around here."
"Not to mention our courage," Michiru murmured.

End of Chapter 15

Story contents (C) 1997 Tenou Haruka

Sailor Moon characters (C) Naoko Takeuchi

Fushigi Yuugi characters (C) Watase Yuu