Title: Of Devil Teachers and Moon Princesses Part 3 Author: Dark Day For Anime (Mark A Page) Email: ayanami@merlin.net.au ICQ: 9845111 IRC: DDFA on DALnet and Austnet, Nueno_M on EFnet Fic Rating: R (Some adult content and violence) -------------------------------------------------------------------- Kono yoni wa meni wa miemai yami no juunin tachi ga iru... yatsura wa toki toshite kiba o muki kimi tachi o osotte kuru... kare wa...sonna yatsura kara kimi tachi o mamoru tame jigouku no soko kara yatte kita--seihi no shisha--nano kamo shirenai -------------------------------------------------------------------- OF DEVIL TEACHERS AND MOON PRINCESSES a Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon/Jigouku Sensei Nube Crossover by Dark Day for Anime Both BSSM and JSN are owned by the people and companies who created them. I'm just using them for purposes benign. (And if you believe that, you'll believe anything ^_^) Part Three Decoys and Darkness -------------------------------------------------------------------- Kyoko hit the floor, face-forward, having been dropped from her kidnapper's shoulder with disdain. As she tasted dust and dirt, her arms were wrenched behind her back and bound with what felt like gaffer tape, giving her little time to resist. He then gripped her by the back of her hair, lifting up her head just far enough to slap a piece of the tape across her mouth. Standing, he replaced the gaffer tape in the large, dark overcoat he wore over the equally dark, almost cliched ninja-style costume, which extended to a face mask covering everything except his eyes. Kyoko managed to turn herself over and glared up at him, attempting to let her feelings known through much wriggling, kicking and muffled insults. He stared down at her, shaking his head, then planted a boot in her midriff. Air rushed out of her nose as she was winded, darkness overcoming her, but still vaguely conscious. She heard his footsteps, pacing around the classroom he had carried her to.... impatient footsteps. The pacing stopped when she heard a mobile phone ring, and the man answered, his voice deep and soft. "Yeah?" Pause. "Yeah, I've managed to grab one of the freak's students. He'll be too busy looking for her to feel anything from the target...." Another pause. "Oh, come on.... I can't keep this up forever. Just get the damn girl into the masking field as quick as you can, or you'll be hearing from me." There was a short beep, cutting off the call. Kyoko shifted, trying to catch a breath as her vision returned to her. She watched as her kidnapper sat on the teacher's desk, crossing his legs, arrogantly, squinting his eyes at her. "Don't worry, jou-chan.... We won't have much longer, together...." He sneered. "Just as long as your precious freak of a teacher keeps doing what we want him to.... Nothing." ----o "You know...." Hiroshi swallowed as both he and his teacher arrived at the base of one of the school's stairways. "I never really liked going through the school building in the middle of the night. They're so big, empty and dark. Anything could be in here." Nube scowled, turning to his student. "Yes, indeed. Anything could be in here. Like the illogical fear spirit that is sitting on your shoulder...." Hiroshi swatted at his shoulder, falling to the ground as he spun around, looking for the offending spirit. "What the...." Seeing nothing, he sighed. "Illogical fear, eh? Yes, I suppose it is a kind of illogical fear." He looked up at Nube. "If the building really WAS empty, there wouldn't be anything to be scared of, would there?" "Oh, I think there might be one or two things in here to be scared of." Nube's dark expression wavered with concern. "The person who kidnapped Kyoko, for instance.... For some reason, I get the feeling he is trying to lead me on...." "Lead YOU on?" Hiroshi got to his feet, brushing himself down. "What would he want to lead you on for? I mean...." Hiroshi scratched his head. "I don't get it...." "Neither do I." Nube started to ascend the stairs. "At least, not yet, anyway. Although, it could be...." He paused. "Come on, Hiroshi.... I think our guest has decided to take a breather...." He continued on up the steps, leaving Hiroshi none the wiser. ----o "Who, in the name of the Gods, are they?" Yukime looked down at the squabbling pair of young women who were crossing the courtyard towards the main entrance of the school, both dressed in clothing she found rather inappropriate for their age, or just plain unwieldy. Especially the one with the great big wing things on the back of her shirt, or whatever it was that she was wearing. Slowly she descended, pondering as the pair arrived at the front stairs. "Listen you...." The one in the fancy clothing prodded the other in the back. "I don't need to be lectured by amateurs." "You're the one who was too scared to come into this schoolyard, and you're calling her an amateur...." The voice came from the figure of a small, dark cat, sitting at the feet of the girl in the fancy costume. Yukime's eyes opened wide. "A Neko Spirit!" She pointed one of her fingers at the cat. "Evil spirit, you dare show your face in this place of education!" Sailormoon, Luna and Izuna turned when they heard the voice from above. "What the hell..." Izuna blinked. "Yukime? What are you....?" "Izuna?" Yukime put a hand to her mouth. "Ano...." "GYAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Sailormoon screamed at the top of her voice, quivering at the sight of the floating ice spirit above them. "IT'S A GHOOOOOOOOOST!" And with that, she let off a volley of attacks with such speed that she didn't have time to shout them out. Thus, unfocused as they were, they ended up hitting anything but Yukime. "Sailormoon.... Don't! She's not a ghost...." Izuna gripped her by the shoulders, but was bowled over as Sailormoon made good her escape, through the glass front doors of the entrance. Izuna lay back on the steps, hands outstretched, footprints running up along her front. Luna stared at Izuna, momentarily sweatdropping, then took off after her partner, muttering something about her horoscope. Having easily dodged all of Sailormoon's attacks, Yukime watched with horrified fascination as the energy blasts struck neighboring buildings, causing a succession of dramatic, and rather destructive, explosions. "Aiyaiyai.... That's gonna be expensive." She bit her lip, then shrugged. "Oh well, not my problem." She turned back to Izuna, who was still lying on the steps. "I wonder if I should bother waking her up and asking who her explosive little friend was.... Then again, things will be quieter without her...." Sighing, she lowered herself to Izuna's side. ----o The kidnapper stared through the classroom windows at the subsiding explosions, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Trying to flush me out with this dramatic display, hmm?" He chuckled to himself. Turning to Kyoko, he ran a finger along the end of his nose. "You teacher has a penchant for the dramatic, wouldn't you say? Time to move on, I think...." ----o "What the hell was that?" Hiroshi straightened himself against the stair railing as the rumbling of the explosions dissipated. Nube shook his head. "Not sure. But it certainly wasn't an earthquake. Wait...." He put a finger to his lips before Hiroshi could say anything more. They both listened, and could hear the frightened voice of a young woman making her way through the corridors of the school. "Is that Kyoko?" Hiroshi grabbed Nube's arm. "No.... It's someone else." "Yukime, then...." Nube shook his head. "I said it was someone ELSE.... Yukime isn't running through the building." "How do you know all this?" Hiroshi let him go, crossing his arms." "Because Yukime is floating behind you with an unconscious Izuna in her arms." Nube turned to Yukime as Hiroshi had a fit, only just registering her presence. "That's an interesting gift you have for us, there. Not one I would have chosen, by any means." Yukime clenched her teeth as she floated over the railing, struggling to hold onto the fairly weighty young woman. "Stop with the jokes and help me with her, will you?" "I take it she's the cause of those explosions, then?" Nube took Izuna by the legs, a smile coming to his face as he looked up her skirt, earning him a wallop over the head from Yukime after they had settled her down onto the stairs. "No she is not. That was the other girl." Yukime huffed. "What other girl?" Nube scratched his nose. "One in fancy dress. I scared her witless when she saw me floating around. Thought I was a ghost." "Well, you are a KIND of ghost." Nube smiled. "Ice spirit, thankyou very much." Yukime huffed, crossing her arms. "I didn't see Kyoko or her kidnapper anywhere in the schoolyard. They must still be in this building somewhere." "Yes, but they're not standing still." Nube paused, frowning. "I'm getting the weirdest feeling, you know." He looked around, then leaned over the railing, looking down between the stairs. "Like someone is calling out for help." "Must be that other girl." Hiroshi sat beside Izuna, waving a finger in the air. "She's making enough noise to wake up the dead." He paused. "Or, at the very least, she was. She's gone quiet." "I was wondering when you'd notice." Nube turned to him. "Whatever the case, it can't distract us from saving Kyoko. Hiroshi, you stay here with Izuna until she wakes up." "What?" Hiroshi stared at Nube. "You mean leave me here.... With HER?" He thumbed at Izuna. "You've got to be kidding." "Just do as I say." Hiroshi opened his mouth to protest again, but was silence with a look from his teacher. Nube turned to Yukime. "Come with me." "I'd be glad to." Yukime giggled. Nube rolled his eyes, sighing as he started on up the stairs, followed by Yukime. Hiroshi watched them leave, looking daggers at Nube's back. "He always leaves me to baby-sit." He turned to Izuna and bopped her one over the head. "Why'd you have to turn up?" ----o Sailormoon peered nervously from underneath her homeroom desk as Luna sat in front of her giving her a look of murder. "And just what did you intend by that display of hysterics?" The cat did her best to cross her arms, sitting back on her hind legs, quickly realising how very difficult that was for a cat to do. "But it was a genuine ghost." Sailormoon's lips quivered and her eyes watered. "I hate ghosts. I've ALWAYS hated ghosts. Especially the way they creep up on you from behind and...." "Oh do stop babbling! I mean, how do you expect to hide from a 'ghost' by ducking underneath your desk? Your wings are sticking miles out from cover. Even a short-sighted bat would be able to spot you from miles away." Sailormoon looked back at her wings, then let out a nervous breath. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. And anyway, it doesn't look like its followed us." "No thanks to you. I'm surprised the whole neighborhood doesn't know we're here. If the 'ghost', as you so put it, really wanted to chase us, you gave it the perfect trail of sound." Luna stood and walked towards the teacher's desk, pausing to look back. "Well, are we going to finish what we came here to do?" Sailormoon crawled out from underneath the desk, trying to brush down her creased wings. "Gee.... I forgot what we came here for. Can we go home, now?" Luna collapsed onto the floor, moaning in disgust as Sailormoon took in her darkened classroom. The only light that could be seen was that shining through the windows from an exterior light. "You know.... This place takes on a completely different atmosphere at this time of the night. I don't know if I like it very much. It's kinda eerie." "Well of COURSE it's eerie.... It's dark, and there is nobody else here. Why do I have to state the obvious?" Luna picked herself up. Then her eye caught something, just behind Sailormoon.... A kind of floating mist.... Sailormoon put her hands on her hips. "Well, then. I suppose I better take advantage of the situation.... Now where does the teacher keep the answers to next week's test?" "Sailormoon...." Luna's eyes opened wide at what she was seeing, pointing a paw towards the back of the classroom. "What is it, Luna?" "B... Behind you...." Luna swallowed as she started to shake. Sailormoon frowned and turned to the face that was leering over her shoulder. "Oh, hello." She smiled and turned back to Luna. "Now.... What was I...." She paused, suddenly feeling a cold sensation run through her, sweat pouring down her forehead as the figure behind her gave a lascivious chuckle. "Well well well.... What do we have here? A little girl, hmmmm?" The figure grasped Sailormoon, his hands clasping her breasts, giving her a good squeeze or two. Sailormoon let out an undignified cry of fear and flew out of the room, followed by Luna. "Wh.... What the hell was THAT?" Luna panted as they made for a junction in the corridor, turning left with no thought as to where they were going. "It's the Ghost of the Hentai Teacher." Sailormoon croaked as tears poured out of her eyes. "I've heard stories about him, but I didn't know they were TRUE." "The Ghost of the Hentai Teacher?" Luna facefaulted. "Where the hell did HE come from?" "Apparently, some years ago, a teacher killed himself in his classroom, in front of his students, when he had been caught out after years of molesting a number of his students. His ghost has been walking the halls of this place ever since, looking for new victims." Sailormoon slammed her way through a set of doors, almost breaking them off their hinges in the process. "So why has he never appeared before?" "Don't ask me. Maybe I'm his type." Sailormoon attempted to slam through another set of doors, only to find they were locked. Both she and Luna slid down the doors like a pair of living pancakes. "A word to you... Sailormoon...." Luna gasped. "They lock some of the internal doors at night." "Thankyou for that amazing piece of information, Luna. I shall treasure it always." Sailormoon got to her feet, holding her sore head. ----o Hiroshi huffed as he sat upon the stair, leaning his chin in his hands, hunched over. After hearing more noise from the 'other person', somewhere in the school, everything had suddenly gone quiet again. Very suddenly, in fact. He wondered if she was alright, and entertained the idea of leaving Izuna where she was to check, but knew that would only invite Nube to bite his head off. If there was anything in the world Nube would want, right at this moment, it was Izuna kept out of his hair. There was a noise behind him, and he turned, looking up the stairs. Nothing there. Sighing, he turned back to Izuna, chuckling at the sailorfuku she was wearing. "What the hell have you got that getup on for?" He asked her, softly. Izuna, leaning on the stairs, rather uncomfortably, stirred but did not recover. She slipped a little down the stairs, and Hiroshi was forced to grab her underneath her arms to stop the progress. After steadying her, he noticed that her skirt had snagged on a stair and was showing an inordinate amount of leg. A wicked thought came to his mind.... "Teeheehee.... Wonder what colour her panties are." He chuckled. "Well, Nube could use the information, I'm sure." He started to reach for the edge of her skirt, but halted and spun his head around when he heard another noise. Once more there was nothing there. Breathing a little more easily, he reached forward once more and started to lift up her skirt.... He froze. There was a soft, feminine chuckle behind him. The first thought that had come to his mind was Kyoko had escaped, and had caught him doing this. Sweatdrops ran down his forehead as he let Izuna's skirt go. "K.... Kyoko?" He croaked. There was another chuckle, and he felt a pair of arms wrapping suggestively around his neck, feeling warm breath against his left cheek. "Wrong, I'm afraid." Said the girl's voice. "But I'm sure I can satisfy you just as well, if not better." Hiroshi looked down at the arms, both clad in what appeared to be a purple school uniform, confirmed by the ribbon that flowed over his left shoulder. Slowly, he turned and came face to face with a girl of his age, with red hair and a mischievous expression. "Who.... Who are...?" He started his question, silenced as she kissed him on the lips. After a few silent moments, she lifted herself away. "Oh.... I'm so surprised you don't know of me." She giggled. "After all, almost everyone in this school knows about me. Why don't we go somewhere where she won't disturb us." She nodded her head at Izuna. Hiroshi swallowed, not knowing how to react. "Well, uhh.... I don't know. Uhh...." He looked down and her chest, and realised that the top of her sailorfuku was cut off just underneath the ribbon, showing a decent portion her breast's lower half, as well as everything down to the top of her skirt. "Oi..." He pointed at her. "Isn't that fuku you're wearing a little chilly?" The girl giggled, wrapping her arms even more tightly around him. "Silly. I don't feel the cold, anymore. Not since THAT day." She nuzzled her lips against the side of his face. "Not since the day I died." Hiroshi began to shiver. "The day you died?" He pulled himself away from her, and noticed that she was floating above the stairs. "You're.... You're.... A GHOST!" Backing away, he suddenly felt the diminishing altitude of the stairs, and rolled down, grunting and yelping and he bounced over each protrusion, stopping when he hit the landing below. The ghost girl put a hand to her mouth and winced. "Ouch.... That's gotta hurt." She floated down to Hiroshi, shaking him as he lay, dazed. "Ano.... Are you alright? I'm sorry if I frightened you...." "A GHOST!" Hiroshi sat up, suddenly, banging his head against the railing. "Atatatatatata!" He clutched his head in pain. "Aww.... Let me kiss it better." The ghost girl leaned forward and kissed him on the top of his head. Hiroshi was surprised when the pain dissipated immediately. As the girl moved away, smiling at him as she placed her hands on his shoulders, he tapped the top of his head. "The pain.... It's gone." "Of course it is. I rid all of their pain. My only purpose is to give people pleasure." Hiroshi smiled, nervously as the girl leaned forward. "Do you not agree, that is the best purpose for this Hanako-san?" "Hanako-san?" Hiroshi frowned. "Hanako-san, the ghost of the toilet?" Hanako-san let go of his shoulders and crossed her arms. "Mouuu.... Why is it that everyone HAS to mention the toilet? As if they're rubbing it in as to the place I died." She turned away from him. "Everyone keeps asking me if I'm in.... Asking me to open up my cubicle. I hate these school myths!" "I'm sorry.... I didn't know you were sensitive about it." Hiroshi reached forward, backing away as Hanako-san turned back to him, smiling. "Oh, I'm VERY sensitive. Please allow me to show you. O-ne- gaiiii." She wrapped her arms around him once more nuzzling her face against his." "Hiroshi!?!?" The voice sent Hiroshi into momentary hysterics as he attempted to extricate himself from Hanako-san's arms. Izuna was sitting up on the stairs above, rubbing her sore back and staring down at the pair of them. "What the hell is going on here? Why am I lying down on a staircase? My back is killing me." "I can explain everything." Hiroshi pointed at Hanako-san. "I don't know who she is. I mean, I DO know who she is. I mean...." "Oh, Hiroshi-chan" Hanako-san pawed his face. "I thought you knew me.... in-ti-mate-ly." She licked his ear, causing his nose to pop with blood. Izuna flew down the stairs, leaning her face into his as he tried to contain the nosebleed. "Just who the HELL is this girl? I thought Kyoko was your girlfriend?" She held a fist up into his face. "If you've been two-timing her....?" "She's a ghost, Izuna." Hiroshi mumbled, hands over his face as Hanako-san handed him a handkerchief, smiling beatifically. "A GHOST?" Izuna growled. "You're having an INTIMATE relationship with THE DEAD? You're SICK!" "Perhaps you should tell her about your trying to see her panties, Hiroshi-chan?" Hanako-san giggled. Both Hiroshi and Izuna went white. "He.... He did WHAT?" Izuna clenched her fists. Hiroshi could see his life flashing before him. ----o Nube paused, placing a hand in front of Yukime as they approached the door to the library. "What?" Yukime whispered. Nube turned to her, placing a finger over his lips. She listened, and could hear something rustling within the library. "Is that him?" "I'm not sure." Nube frowned. "His psychic trail leads this way, very strongly, in fact, so we're quite close to him. However...." He paused. Yukime watched Nube as he screwed up his face with confusion. "What is it? You seem troubled." She took his shoulder with concern. He but his lip. "I am. I keep getting this overwhelming sensation that all of this is.... somehow.... the wrong thing to do." He shook his head. "He's not in there. Kyoko is in there, but her kidnapper is not." "Then where is he?" Yukime whispered in concern. They both jumped as shuriken struck the wall between them. Staring at the small bladed weapons, they turned to their point of origin.... A small window ledge at the top of the stairwell. "Shimatta!" Kyoko's kidnapper clenched his fists, then whipped a hand into his coat, pulling out an ornate kodachi, leaping from the small foothold he had been balancing on, holding the kodachi slightly to one side as he prepared to attack his quarry. Nube pushed Yukime aside and gripped the back of the glove on his left hand, preparing to wrench it away. he wasn't given the time. The kodachi struck the wall at the point his head had been only seconds before. The kidnapper grabbed the embedded kodachi with both hands and lifted up a foot, booting Nube in the side. Nube fell across the corridor, rapidly picking himself up as the kidnapper wrenched the kodachi from the wall and fell back, landing on his feet like a cat. Once more, Nube reached up his right hand to peel away the glove that covered his left as the kidnapper charged. He tossed the glove aside and.... END OF PART 3 -------------------------------------------------------------------- Next Chapter - Attack of the Hentai Teacher Notes Sorry this took so long. I've been having a fit of the writers' block, lately.... Or, at the very least, the motivation to write. Ah well.... I hope this has turned out alright in your eyes. I'm not the best judge of stories.... One of the reasons why I tend not make comments on other peoples' stories.... Most of my comments tend not to be very useful. ^_^;; _________ / @ \ DDFA (The Right Dishonourable Mark A Page) / / ^ ^ \ \ darkdayforanime@hotmail.com /\ Chief Propoganda Officer, Keeper of \/ \/ the Tapes and Co-Founder of the Saitou-chan \___________/ Appreciation Society - Adelaide Japanese /_/ \_\ PU Animation Society I saw this on the Indiana Sailormoon Mailing List, and included it here as I thought it was incredibly cute. ^_^ It was written by "Ishmael" under the title "World's Worst Fanfic". Is it just me, or does this remind you of a chapter of "Waiting for Minako"? ----o It was a small room...well, small in a relative way. It *seemed* like it was spacious, but the fact that the doors were 2' high, and the stools were one 1' high just created that illusion. It was in fact, a small room populated by small creatures. The white creature behind the bar looked like a cross between a rabbit and a marshmallow, with a gem pounded into its forehead for good measure. Normally, the bartender would be wiping the bar down at this point in the story, but the fact that it had no arms, just paws coming out of the side of its teardrop shaped body, meant it just stood there, smiling either beatifically or idiotically...your call. "Pu?", it asked the creature, somewhat resembling a sandy colored guinea pig with apple cheeks and a lighting bolt tail, at the bar. "Pika...", he replied. "Pu!", exclaimed Mokona, and, in a puff of smoke, a glass of warm sake appeared. He downed the glass in one gulp and then waddled over to the juke box. Not having any money, he gave the jukebox the tiniest of shocks, and it started to play Marilyn Manson's "I Don't Like the Drugs (But the Drugs Like Me)". Pikachu started to sing along with the chorus: "Pi-Ka, Pi-Ka, Pi-Ka Pikachu Pi-Ka, Pi-Ka, Pi-Ka Pikachu Pi-Ka, Pi-Ka, Pi-Ka Pikachu..." He waddled back to the bar, electrically lit up a cigarette and called out loudly "PIKA!" "Pu?" "Pika" "Pu?!?" "Pika!" In a small puff, another glass of warm of sake appeared. Pikachu took a deep drag off the cigarette, frowned and said "PI- KA!!!" "Pu!" "PI-KA-CHU!!!", Pikachu shouted angrily, electricity starting to crackle around his tiny chubby body. "Pu...pu", said Mokona deferentially, and a bottle of warm sake appeared next the glass. "Pikachu..." ----o KAWAII INCARNATE, NEEE? ^_^ VERSION 1.0 - Wednesday, 14th April 1999