by Haruka

There was one thing for which Setsuna had always been grateful, and that was that a blush didn't show as readily on her dusky colouring as it did on fair-skinned blondes like Haruka. She was especially thankful for it now, while Taiki had her naked on his bed.
Between standing near the door and making his way toward the bed with her, Taiki had fondled both her breasts and had probed lightly around her pubic area. The subtle hint of what could happen was stimulating a familiar need--one that she half-hoped, half-feared Taiki would satisfy. She couldn't lie to herself, she knew that if he went far enough she would want to finish things. All she could hope was that her desire wouldn't be too obvious.
"Do you like this, Setsuna?" he asked, trailing a finger down the inside of her thigh. "How about this?" He moved up and began suckling her right breast. She bit down once more on her sore cheek and wondered if she'd swell up like a chipmunk from the self-inflicted injury.
Taiki glanced up to see her face and from the corner of her eye she saw his surprised expression. She congratulated herself, knowing he'd seen her staring at the ceiling as if bored.
"Am I having that little effect on you?" he asked. "Or are you just a good actress?" Keeping a close watch on her facial features, he sneaked a hand back between her legs, urging them further apart. With a fingertip, he traced the line at the juncture of her legs and vulva. She flinched involuntarily.
"There, I knew you were enjoying this more than you let on."
Damn.
Now that he'd found a starting point, Taiki went to work with a purpose. He smoothed both hands up and down the inside of her thighs until he'd spread them wide apart, then nuzzled her between the legs.
Setsuna had barely recovered from that startling sensation before he carefully parted the vulva's soft lips and blew inside. She dug her nails into the mattress, willing herself to be strong.
"So hot," he murmured, and rubbed the labia between a thumb and forefinger. Setsuna broke out in a sweat and struggled to hang on to her last reserves of restraint. Then Taiki tickled her clitoris with a fingertip and she groaned, squirming uncomfortably. His irritatingly delicate touch nearly drove her mad. She wanted to scream, to hit him, to ... to ....
"Why, Lady Setsuna, what are you doing?"
She froze. What _had_ she been doing? In horror she realized her own hand had glided down inside her thigh.
"I was right, wasn't I?" he said. "You really are a bad girl."
Tears slipped down the sides of Setsuna's face, moistening her earlobes before sliding onto the pillowcase. He's right, she thought miserably. Her own private shame, the one she'd never spoken of to anyone, was being thrown back in her face. How had he known? How could he be so cruel?
He was deliberately teasing her clitoris now, and she could feel herself becoming very wet. Michiru once confessed to her privately that when Haruka's juices began flowing, she generated her own version of Deep Submerge. Setsuna knew she wasn't nearly that bad herself, but Taiki had obviously noticed her arousal. Worse yet, he could see what she wanted to do about it.
"Naughty Setsuna, can't stand a little discomfort," Taiki was saying. "Should I slap that straying hand of yours?"
"Monster," she hissed.
"Why?" he said lightly. "I'm not stopping you, am I? Or do you need some more encouragement?" He slipped the tip of a finger inside her and she gasped, shifting slightly toward it.
"Ah ah ah," he scolded gently, removing the finger once more. He looked up at her and smiled. "If you want it finished, you'll have to finish it yourself."
Prick, prick, prick, she screamed at him mentally, then berated herself for such unladylike thoughts. Of course, she admitted, she wasn't acting much like a lady at all, was she? Not with her own hand itching to satisfy her aching need, as it had so many times before she met Zoisite. Michiru and Haruka probably wondered how she'd gone without a mate for so long, not only in this lifetime, but previously. Perhaps they thought her sexually frigid. Little did they know. She was Sailor Pluto, mistress of masturbation. A choked sob caught in her throat and Taiki sat back.
"Go ahead, Setsuna," he urged gently. "You know you want to."
She did want to. She couldn't stop herself now, anymore than she ever could. Only now she'd be shaming herself in front of an audience. Her eyes closed and fresh tears wet her lashes. She was no one's good example. She wasn't fit to be a Sailor Scout at all, and Zoisite deserved better. She was dirty, disgusting, and selfish.
Practiced fingers gravitated toward moist heat.

"Ha ha! Can't catch me!"
"No fair! Palla Palla's legs are shorter!"
"Look out below! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Nuriko and Zoisite leaped out of the way just in time to avoid being bowled over by Jun Jun as she flew off the bannister. The other three Quartet members were charging down the stairs, sounding like a herd of wild ponies stampeding.
"What are you four doing?" Nuriko asked.
"Playing tag!" Cere Cere squealed in delight as she tried to catch Jun Jun, who evaded her by jumping up to catch the nearest doorframe. Ves Ves immediately dropped into a crouch, interlacing her fingers. Palla Palla stepped into her hands and was propelled upwards to snag Jun Jun around the waist.
"Tag!" she declared gleefully.
"Yipes!" Jun Jun fell onto Cere Cere, taking Palla Palla with her. Ves Ves stood by and laughed until Jun Jun pulled her down onto the pile.
Zoisite saw that Nuriko was smiling fondly at them. "They're being awfully noisy. Is it okay?"
"The Masters aren't doing anything that requires silence," he said. "And I love to see them relax and act like children. It doesn't happen often enough."
"Do they ever invite Erios to play with them?" Zoisite asked.
Nuriko frowned slightly. "No. Erios doesn't mix with the rest of us, you know that."
"Why, though? He seems to be sympathetic toward all of us, even if the Lights can't hurt him for some reason."
"The slaves resent Erios because he's exempt from punishment," Nuriko explained. "And they're a little afraid of him, too. For the same reason."
"Who's afraid?" Jun Jun demanded suddenly. "You think we're afraid of Erios?!"
"Not likely," Cere Cere scoffed.
"He's just a kid," Ves Ves said. "And he never even raises his voice. What's to be scared of?"
"That's my question," Zoisite said.
"You girls know why Erios intimidates you. For the same reason the Lights fear him."
"It's creepy, Nuriko," Cere Cere whined.
"It's magic, honey," Nuriko pointed out. "You're not unfamiliar with it yourselves, you know."
"But our magic doesn't work against the Lights," Palla Palla complained. "His does."
"Hey," Zoisite said, "if Erios' magic is effective against the Lights, why doesn't he stop what they're doing?"
"His is a passive magic, not aggressive," Nuriko said. "He can't control it, or else he'd likely turn it off just to be like the rest of us. It hurts him to live apart from us, knowing we're being abused while he's safe."
"You don't leave him alone," Zoisite said knowingly. "I'll bet anything that you go out to the stables to see him."
"When I can, which isn't very often." Nuriko sighed. "I always receive my worst punishment when I'm when Erios and something happens here that I could have prevented."
"Erios can't protect you or the others at all?" Zoisite asked.
"The magic protects him, because of who and what he is. But that's as far as it goes here on the island." Nuriko shrugged. "Beyond its boundaries, who knows what he could do?"

"Delays, delays," Yaten said, stomping around his bedroom in what looked to Michiru like a child's temper tantrum. She knew the green-eyed boy had been impatiently awaiting the time when they could be alone long enough to do something, but now that the time had come, he was still complaining. What a brat, she thought.
Yaten muttered to himself for a few more moments before finally turning to Michiru. "Did you say something?"
"No," she replied while thinking that even if she had, he wouldn't have heard her. He seemed to like the sound of his own voice more than anyone else's.
He walked over to her, a smug little smile on his pretty face. And he was pretty, Michiru had to admit that. His silvery-blonde hair shimmered like star strands and the peridot-coloured depths of his eyes made staring hard to avoid. Compared to Haruka, though, Michiru saw no competition. Her sexy tomboy had Yaten's act beat by lightyears.
Yaten shrugged, then studied Michiru closely, frowning. "You're too tall for a girl," he criticized.
"You're too short for a boy," she responded. While Haruka was half a head taller than she, she was that much taller than Yaten. She enjoyed being able to look down on this pipsqueak who fancied himself her master.
Yaten, on the other hand, did not enjoy it, nor did he appreciate Michiru's back talk. He slapped her across the face.
"Who do you think you are?!" he demanded. "You don't talk to me like that! I am your master, and don't you forget it!"
Michiru turned her head slowly, feeling her blood boil. Did he honestly think she would take such treatment? Maybe Haruka would, to protect her from Seiya's threats, but neither she nor Haruka had anything to fear from this schoolyard bully in pretty packaging. If he wanted it proven who was boss in that bedroom, she'd oblige him. With more force than even Haruka knew she possessed, her palm connected with Yaten's cheek, knocking him to the ground.
"You infantile brat!" she hissed. "How dare you strike a lady that way?! Were you raised with no concept of manners or conduct whatsoever?!"
Yaten was wide-eyed with shock, the bright outline of her handprint marking his face. "B-But you--" he began.
"No!" Michiru snapped back. "I won't hear any excuses! You're going to shape up fast, Yaten, or things will go very badly for you. I have no patience with ill-mannered little boys." She perched herself on the edge of his bed and regarded him sternly. "The first thing you're going to do is apologize for slapping me."
Yaten looked torn. He obviously wanted to protest, try and regain the control he'd lost, but didn't seem to know how. Michiru awaited her apology with a raised eyebrow. She felt certain that he wouldn't push his luck so far as 'mastering' her went, so he would either accept her superiority or would have her forcibly removed and ignore her forever after. Either way, she couldn't lose.
Finally, Yaten lowered his head to stare at the carpet. "I-I'm sorry."
"'Mistress'," Michiru prompted.
Yaten paused, then murmured, "Mistress."
"Good boy," she said gently, placing a hand on his head and stroking the soft hair. He looked up at her with relief in his exotic eyes.
"We're going to get along just fine, Yaten, as long as you follow two simple rules," she told him. "First of all, you won't speak of what goes on in this room with anyone else. Taiki and Seiya must continue to think that you're the one in charge here, which means you must play the part of my master when they're around." She fixed him with a warning glance. "Keep in mind, though, that my memory is infallible. I'll remember every injustice you inflict on me out there, and for those you'll answer to me in here."
"Yes, Mistress," Yaten said in a meek voice.
Michiru smiled coolly. "The second rule is that when we're alone as we are now, I want to be with Star Healer, not Yaten. Boys do not interest me."
"Yes, Mistress." Yaten got to his feet and pulled out a winged transformation stick. "Healer star POWER!" he declared.
Michiru watched his transformation, schooling her features to hide her surprise. In the instant when his clothes vanished and reformed into the leather Sailor Scout outfit, she saw his slender male body reform into that of a shapely female. It was fascinating and oddly erotic to view.
"Is that better, Mistress?" Star Healer asked demurely.
Michiru smiled. "Much."

Zoisite wandered down the hallway, heading for the slaves' quarters. Half her mind was on what Nuriko said about Erios, but the other half was wondering how Setsuna was faring. She must feel so helpless, knowing that transforming into Sailor Pluto wouldn't help her, even if her stick hadn't been confiscated. Zoisite certainly felt helpless. She never did have any powers that would save Setsuna, let alone any she couldn't use. And Setsuna wouldn't be there at all if it weren't for her.
"If Taiki hurts her, I'll find a way to hurt him," she vowed just before entering the slaves' quarters. She stopped in surprise to see Setsuna already there, sitting in a window seat, gazing sadly outside. A single tear slipped down her cheek.
"Set?" Zoisite said timidly.
The older girl looked up and quickly wiped her eyes, forcing a smile. "Hi, Zoi."
Zoisite went over and sat with her, taking her hand. She'd never seen Setsuna cry before, and the sight broke her heart. "I won't ask if you're okay--I can see you're not. What did he do to you?"
"Nothing," Setsuna replied in a soft voice, turning her face toward the window again. "I hope they're all right," she murmured.
"Who's all right?" Zoisite asked, still trying to figure out Setsuna's first response.
Setsuna glanced at her, then sighed and gave her hand a comforting squeeze. "I'm sorry, Zoisite. I should have told you sooner, but with everything that's happened--"
"Told me what?" Zoisite interrupted.
Setsuna's magenta eyes met hers with sympathy. "Michiru and I didn't teleport here alone. Alan and Ann left with us."
Zoisite paled. "Then where are they?"
"I don't know," Setsuna admitted quietly. "They weren't with us when we arrived."
Zoisite felt ill. Like Setsuna, Michiru, and Haruka, Alan and Ann had tried to help her. Now they were lost, maybe injured. Or worse.
"They might not have left the living room at home, honey," Setsuna hastened to reassure her. "We tried a joint teleport and it may simply have left them behind."
"I hope you're right." Zoisite allowed Setsuna to fold her into her arms. "I really hope you're right."

It tickled. That was the first fact Ann registered before she'd even opened her eyes. Someone was caressing the tip of her ear and it tickled.
"Alan?" she murmured. Her eyes slowly opened and she found herself on the ground surrounded by tall grass, wallflowers ....
And two hooved forefeet on either side of her head.
Gasping, Ann sat up and skittered back a couple of feet. Her fear left her when she saw the animal fully. It was no ordinary horse; it appeared at first to be a unicorn. Its gleaming white coat seemed to sparkle in the sunlight, and the golden horn protruding between its ears shone. Below that, a red jewel twinkled in its smooth forehead, and pretty orange eyes regarded her warmly. It took a step toward her and she noticed the large white wings folded against its sides.
"A Pegasus!" she murmured in awe.
The animal nuzzled her ear again and she giggled, stroking its nose. "Alan, isn't he beautiful?" she asked. When no response came, she looked around worriedly. Obviously, she and Alan had become separated from Pluto and Neptune, but it never occurred to her that they might be separated from each other.
"Alan?!" she called out, then covered her mouth. She couldn't make her presence known like that, who knew who or what might be around? But still, finding Alan was top priority. She tried to reach him telepathically, but there was no answer.
"Oh, Alan," she whispered. "Where are you?"
The Pegasus gave a soft whinny and turned away, glancing back at her significantly. Ann got to her feet and patted his flank.
"What is it, boy?" she asked.
The animal whinnied again and bobbed its head toward the flattened-grass path ahead of him. He then started to follow it, looking back at her.
"Oh! You want me to go with you! Okay." She ran to catch up and walked alongside him, surveying her surroundings as they went.
It wasn't until they'd crested a slope when Ann realized she was in inhabited territory. And rich inhabitants, to boot.
"Wow," she breathed, gazing around at the palatial house, enormous courtyard with every conceivable luxury, and beautiful grounds complete with an impressive orchard.
Pegasus nudged her gently and headed toward the stables. Ann felt torn between following him and exploring the property, but decided the animal had some purpose in mind.
Her instincts proved true when she entered the stables and saw Pegasus standing over an unconscious Alan.
"Alan!" Ann ran over and shook him. "Wake up! Come on, Alan!"
His eyelids flickered and he looked up at her uncertainly. "Ann?"
She hugged him. "Thank God you're okay!"
"W-Where are we?" he asked.
"I'm not sure, but I think we got where we were going," Ann said. "I was unconscious, too, and Pluto and Neptune are nowhere around."
"Wow," Alan said, staring at Pegasus.
"He led me here," Ann said. "He knew I was looking for you. Maybe he brought you here."
Alan got up slowly. "Have you seen anyone since you woke up?"
"No, but it looks like Disneyland out there. Someone has spent a lot of money putting this place together, and I'll wager they're around here somewhere."
"This place feels wrong," Alan said. "There's magic all around, but it's off somehow."
"I feel it, too," Ann admitted. "We'll have to be careful."
"Yes, you will."
Both tree sprites turned toward Pegasus and instead found a beautiful young boy with a golden horn protruding above his forehead.
"I'm sorry to startle you," he said politely. "My name is Erios."

Zoisite sighed as she fiddled with her lima beans. She didn't like lima beans, but the choice of menu wasn't hers. Neither was her choice of seating. For her first meal eaten at the same time as the Three Lights', she found that two tables were used. The Lights were at one, the slaves at the other, in a very specific pattern. As soon as she'd sat down next to Setsuna, she was ordered to switch places with Michiru. Apparently the Lights had no intention of allowing the two couples to be together if they were there to prevent it. She looked over at Setsuna, but the emerald- haired beauty wasn't facing her. She was staring down at her food, her mind obviously elsewhere.
"Are you okay?" Tiger Eye asked from his seat on her right.
"Huh? Oh, yeah."
Tiger Eye followed her gaze. "She looks sad," he remarked.
Zoisite couldn't help but agree. Setsuna wore the same dispirited expression she'd had when she saw her in the window seat. At first she'd thought Setsuna was just worried about Alan and Ann, but now she wondered. The eighteen-year-old hadn't said much of anything about her private time with Taiki. Could that have anything to do with her melancholy?
"Hey, boys!" Yaten said brightly. "How about some entertainment?"
Zoisite felt all the slaves around her stiffen except for Setsuna, Haruka and Michiru. The latter two looked confused, while Setsuna didn't seem to have heard.
"Great idea!" Taiki agreed.
"Yeah," said Seiya, "but who should be the lucky participants?"
As one, their heads turned toward the slave table. As if on cue, the slaves all began concentrating very hard on their food. Zoisite sneaked a peek in the Lights' direction, only to find Seiya already focusing on her.
"Zoisite!" he said cheerfully. "You're finally going to have a chance to make yourself useful around here."
Oh joy, Zoisite groaned internally. She remembered what Palla Palla and Ves Ves had told her about the Lights' favoured form of 'entertainment'. It would just figure that they'd single her out to be the first victim among the new slaves. She had to admit, though, that she'd rather it be her than Setsuna, whose anxious expression proved she wasn't as oblivious to the proceedings as she'd thought.
"Get up, Zoisite," Seiya instructed.
She felt all eyes on her as she rose, but was determined not to tremble.
"Now choose someone to punish."
For a moment, Zoisite didn't think she'd heard right. Then it struck her. She wasn't going to be the humiliated victim after all, but she had to pick someone for the role. How was she supposed to do that? She surveyed the group around her table, knowing she could never deliberately--
Her gaze fell on Jun Jun. The green-haired Amazon sensed her attention and glanced up, then moaned.
"Have you decided?" Taiki asked. "If not, we'll decide for you."
Zoisite couldn't allow that; they might pair her with Haruka or Michiru or worse yet--Setsuna. Besides, she thought with a mischievous glint in her eye, she owed cheeky little Jun Jun for all the digs she'd taken at her.
"I've decided," she said firmly, patting Jun Jun's head in a way designed to annoy. Jun Jun responded by sticking her tongue out at her.
"Then get to it," Yaten instructed.
Zoisite suddenly felt empty air under her hand as Jun Jun dove under the table. She popped up on the other side and ran out of the room.
"Better catch her," Taiki said calmly. "And make sure you bring her back here before punishing her so we can watch."
"Oh, for--" Zoisite muttered and ran after Jun Jun.
It might have taken her all morning to find the Amazon if she hadn't caught the flash of green disappearing into the library. She went over and stopped in the doorway, scanning the room.
"Jun Jun, you may as well come out, I know you're in here," Zoisite said. "And make it fast. I'd like to finish breakfast while it's still warm."
Total silence greeted her statement and she began to get impatient. What if she couldn't catch the girl? Would the Lights have her punished instead? No way would she let that happen. She took a couple of steps into the room. "Jun Jun, get your butt over here right now!" she yelled.
A soft whoosh behind her made her spin around in time to see Jun Jun coming out of a crouch. From the angle, it looked like she'd been poised on top of the bookshelf beside the doorway and had just jumped down. Zoisite made a grab for her, but the tiny girl ducked and ran.
"Get back here!" Zoisite ordered, and began a pursuit.
She wouldn't have believed how quick and agile Jun Jun was if she hadn't seen it for herself. She remembered Nuriko saying that the Quartet and Trio were all expert gymnasts, and Jun Jun proved that true with her faultless leaps, spins, and landings. But what the little Amazon didn't know was that Zoisite was a gymnast herself, as well as a hurdler, and her legs were much longer than Jun Jun's. It took a ten foot jump over the side of the bannister, but she was finally able to nab the corner of Jun Jun's halter.
"HEY!" the girl cried, and started to slip out of the halter.
"Oh no, you don't!" Zoisite grabbed hold of her and hoisted her up under her arm. She was surprisingly lightweight.
"You don't have to really hurt me, you know!" Jun Jun said as Zoisite carried her back to the dining room. "Just make it look good and I'll make a lot of noise and everyone'll be happy."
"Oh, you'll make noise all right," Zoisite promised. "I guarantee it!"
"Took you long enough," Yaten remarked as Zoisite carried Jun Jun into the room.
"What can I say? She's a slippery little demon." Zoisite grabbed a chair and plopped down on it, hauling Jun Jun over her lap. The Amazon girl was struggling, but Zoisite wasn't sure if she was truly afraid or if she were putting up an act. Soon enough her attempts would be sincere, Zoisite vowed, raising her hand above her head. She slammed it down on Jun Jun's bottom, realizing the gauzy material of the harem pants offered no protection at all. Jun Jun cried out in pain and fury, renewing her struggles. Zoisite whacked her again, and this time not only Jun Jun yelped, but Ves Ves as well.
"She's hurting her!" the red-haired Amazon cried.
"Spankings are supposed to hurt, Ves Ves," Seiya said reasonably. "Perhaps Zoisite is just better at applying them than the rest of you."
Zoisite's hand froze in mid-air. She had just landed a third painful blow on Jun Jun's rear end, and she could feel the small girl shaking as she began to cry. In horror, Zoisite realized she could see redness on Jun Jun's skin through the filmy green material. Was what Seiya said true? If so, it wasn't a compliment. She recalled how she felt when Malachite pursued and caught her, the terror and humiliation had been overwhelming. If Alan and Ann hadn't interfered, she'd have had pain to deal with, too. Brutal, uncompromising pain, such as Jun Jun was now experiencing. By her hand.
"I can't do this anymore," she said.
"Fine," Taiki remarked. "She'll be punished, anyway. And so will you."
So much for that idea. Self-sacrifice might be a requirement for Sailor Scouts, but it wasn't one of her ambitions.
"Sorry, kid," she murmured to Jun Jun, and resumed spanking her. This time, she took care not to strike any harder than was necessary to produce noise.

Michiru padded out the back door, tying her wavy sea-green hair up with a ribbon she'd borrowed from Cere Cere. The Olympic-sized swimming pool looked deliciously inviting in the setting sunlight, and she couldn't wait to submerge herself in it. Just as she approached the edge, a blue head broke the water's surface, and a pair of large blue eyes regarded her warmly.
"Welcome, Princess Neptune," Fish Eye said. "Come on in. The water's wonderful."
"Thank you, Fish Eye," she said, stepping down into the pool, "but I'm not Princess Neptune now. I'm just Michiru."
"Same thing, really," he replied lightly. "Just like my forms are all still me."
"I see your point." Michiru watched him glide easily across the pool with natural grace. He was the only other person she'd met who looked as comfortable in the water as she felt. "That's a nice bathing suit."
"Oh, thanks!" Fish Eye glanced down at his striped two-piece. Despite his flat chest, he still looked more like a girl than a boy to Michiru. A beautiful girl, at that.
"How has it been for you so far?" Fish Eye asked gently. "Being here, I mean. Did Yaten hurt you very much?"
"He didn't hurt me at all," Michiru said. "When you know how to handle him, he can be positively passive."
Fish Eye grinned. "If you say so, but I certainly haven't figured out that trick."
"I wish I could do the same for Haruka and Setsuna." Michiru sighed. "I know Seiya hurt Haruka somehow, and Set hasn't been herself all day."
"At least Zoisite seems to have her head on straight."
"Yeah, after a bad start." Michiru floated on her back next to him. "I was shocked at first that she'd go after Jun Jun with such determination, and then hit her so hard. At least she finally eased up on her." She glanced over at Fish Eye. "How do you feel after what you went through?"
"Oh, I'm all better now, see?" Fish Eye turned to show her his back, which was clear and free of welts.
Michiru stared. "How did it get better so quickly?"
"Changechildren are fast healers," Fish Eye explained. "It's one reason the Lights love having us for slaves. They can do almost anything to us and in twenty-four hours or less, we'll recover."
"But what about mental pain?" Michiru asked him softly.
"That pain isn't mine in this case, except for worrying about Tiger Eye, Hawk Eye, and Nuriko," Fish Eye said. "They all feel such guilt, and they shouldn't. I've tried to reassure all of them, and while they may forgive themselves, they'll never forget it."
"Was that the worst thing they've done to anyone since they began keeping slaves?" Michiru asked uneasily.
"Not everyone has talked about what's been done to them behind closed doors, so it's hard to say," Fish Eye replied, then smiled mischievously. "But one of the worst things was actually done to Seiya. And he did it himself, although not intentionally."
"Okay, now I'm curious," Michiru admitted.
A voice above them said, "I'm afraid you'll have to stay that way for now."
"Master Yaten!" Fish Eye gulped.
Michiru brushed a wet strand of hair from her eyes and looked to where Yaten stood on the pool's edge. "Did you want something, Master?" she asked sweetly.
"Not at the moment, Michiru," he answered and gave Fish Eye a warning look. "You'd be wise not to speak disrespectfully of Master Seiya, Fish Eye."
"But I wasn't--" Fish Eye started to protest.
"Don't argue with me!" Yaten snapped. "Get in the house!"
With tears in his eyes, the blue-haired boy hurried out of the pool and ran toward the back door. Yaten looked at Michiru and their eyes locked. Hers narrowed dangerously.
"I don't want him hurt," she warned. "He's been through enough."
Yaten held her gaze a moment longer, then headed for the house without another word.

End of Chapter 17

Story contents (C) 1997 Tenou Haruka

Sailor Moon characters (C) Naoko Takeuchi

Fushigi Yuugi characters (C) Watase Yuu