[fanfic][sailormoon] Sukeban Senshi


Chapter 2

     Mizuno Ami hated the first day at a new school
She
especially hated this one,, even if it had been her own
idea.  It made
more sense to move closer to the scene of the
disturbances. It made
even more sense to get them all together in one place,
where they'd
be less vulnerable. Where they could support each
other. It made
sense. Every time she ran the simulations it made more
sense. She
just wished good sense wasn't so lonely. 
     "Well, well, well. Looky what we got here."
Ami cringed at the hateful voice.  Shakily she looked
around to find
the halls deserted except for herself and the four boys
who now
surrounded her. She'd been so careful to never be
alone, never
wander off. And now a moments inattention . . .
     " Hello joro-chan." 
Ami shrank back, only to run into a hard, rank smelling
body."
     "Ohhh. Dashi, I think she likes me. Do you like
Aksi  little
baita?"
     "I. . .I have to go now. Harnanu Sensei is waiting
for me."
Ami lied desparately.
     "No he's not. The only one waiting for you is us.
And
we've found you."
     "Hey, Cha. Maybe she's itachi. Are you itachi
little joro?"
     "Heh, heh. If she's itachi she just hasn't had the
'right one'"
Cha unziped his pants and to Ami's horror started to
fondle himself.
She tried to avert her head but Aksi grabed her hair
and twisted her
around to face Cha.
     "Look at what you're missing! Now you're going to
have
some fun, more fun than those stupid books." Aksi
grabbed Ami's
book bag and emptied it on the floor.
     "After Cha's broken you in I'll make a real woman
of you."
     "Oh god, oh god , oh god." Ami closed her eyes.
She
wished she wern't such a coward. Even with the others
she was a
coward. She could plan and analyze. She was a master
strategist.
But she fell apart under pressure. She was a coward.
Tears of
shame and humiliation leaked out of her closed eyes.
She felt hands
fumbling under her dress. Hot, fetid breath hit her in
the face.
     "Hello butt wipe."
Ami felt the hands holding her drop away.
     "Gekken! When did you get. . . I mean I didn't
know. . ."
Ami opened her eyes to see the four boys cringing
against a wall
and . . .in the open doorway. . . a figure lounging in
the shadows.
     "Cha, your fly's unzipped. Fix it."
Cha fumbled with his pants, trying to restore his
manhood to its
small, somewhat shabby nest.
     "Uh uh, Cha. Just zip it up."
Cha looked into the shadows with pleading eyes.
     "Now, Cha. All the way up."
Cha squeezed his eyes closed, took a good grip on the
zip and
pulled . . .
Ami cringed at the metal on flesh ripping sound. She
cringed again
as Cha hit the ground weeping; locked in a foetal
position.
     "Aksi, Dashi, Tai. What did I tell you about
keeping your
hands to yourself?"
     "Please Soban. We didn't mean it. It was just a
joke."Aksi
turned to Ami in desperation. "You're O.K. right. You
knew it was
just a joke, right? Right?" He reached for Ami, spittle
flying from
his mouth "For gods sake, say it was just a joke!"
Ami cringed away from Aski as the figure oozed from the
shadows. 
     "Who are you?"
Ami looked up at the voice.
     "Mi . . .Mizuno, Mizuno Ami." Ami kept her eyes
firmly on
the floor, hoping the submissive posture would save her
from this
new and unknown threat. 
     "Mi . . .Mizuno Ami." The voice mimicked "You're
new
here. And stupid. Not a good combin . . ." The voice
broke off
suddenly.  Through her tears Ami could see a shadowy
figure move
toward her scattered things. "Are these yours?"
     "W . . .what . . .?"
     "These books." The voice was impatient. "Are they
yours?"
Ami cringed inside. Some people . . . usually Ami knew,
people
with loud voices and hurtful hands, didn't like books
or the people
who read them. But books were her friends . . . her
escape from a
world she didn't understand . . .a hostile and
bewildering world.
     "Yes . . .yes they're mine." Her head came up
defiantly.
"And I want them baeeeeep!"  Her sudden defiance was
extinguished as a strong had caught her under the arm
and lifted her
effortlessly to her feet.
     "What's this say." A book was thrust suddenly
before her
face and Ami jerked back slightly in surprise.
     "Uhhh . . .Senjimon . . .The Thousand Character
Classic."
     "That's kanji." The voice was accusatory. Before
Ami could
think up a reply another book was pushed in her face.
     "This . . .what's it say?"
     "S . . .suppression of in vitro Lymphocyte
Responses by
Chlo . . ."
     "What language is that?"
     "E . . .english. It's about . . ."
     "This . . .what's this."
     "Abhandlungen von Friedrich Wilhelm Bessel . . .'
     "Is that English too?"
     N . .no . .Deutsch . . .uh German, I mean . . ."
     "These aren't text books."
     "No. They're MY books. Give them back . .. right
now."
There was a moment of hushed silence as if God were
holding his
breath. Even the weeping Cha fell silent . . . stunned.
A thunderbolt
did not obliterate Mizuno Ami from the Universe.
Instead the voice
came again, less cold this time.
     "You read kanji . . .English . . .German." The
voice
stumbled over the gajin words. "What else?"
     "What else . . .?"
     "Do you read?" The "idiot" was implied. Ami
blushed.
     "Ummm. French, Italian, Chinese, Russian, a
little. Also . .
."
     "How many books . . .how many books do you have .
.
.your own books."
     "Oh . . .oh dear." Ami wrinkled her nose in what
was,
unknown to her, a adorable fashion. "That's a hard
question. I
really haven't been cataloguing them the way I should."
Already her
earlier terror was forgotten, subsumed in her passion
for her books.
"But at last count, and this is really just an
estimate, but at last
count I had twelve thousand . . .not counting
paperbacks and
magazines."
     "Twelve . . .thousand?"
     "Well, it's just an estimate. I'm always buying .
. ."
     "Did you hear that . . .twelve thousand books . .
.not
counting paperbacks and magazines."
There was laughter from the boys who'd been tormenting
her and
Ami was suddenly pulled back to reality . . .a reality
that was not
kind to quiet, contemplative thinkers. Was not at all
kind to a small,
shy girl who liked to read. Aksi reached, grinning for
her.
     "Pick up her books Aksi."
     "Huh? But I thought . . ."
Aksi spun through the air and smashed face first into
the wall. Ami
could hear a cracking sound as his front teeth snapped
off in the
wall. 
     "Pick up her books . . .carefully. And don't bleed
on them."
The figure dropped Aski in a heap and  turned toward
Ami and
light from a window spilled across . . .her face. It
had to be . . .her .
. .because of the girls uniform. But the face. Ami
cringed as the face
came full into the light and she could see the jagged
puckered scar
that ran in a great sweeping curve from her left brow,
down across
her right eye and stopped just below her chin. The
slight lurch in
her gait drew Ami's eyes down . . . suddenly she was
glad for the
long skirt that hid . . .mostly hid . . .the terrible
injuries to those
legs. Unwillingly Ami raised her eyes to those of . .
.her rescuer?
Newest tormenter?  She swallowed a little gulp of fear
as she met
the other's eyes . . .eye really. One a brilliant ocean
blue, the other a
milky white. Damaged and blind, or mostly so. The
result of
whatever injury had made the scar. Automatically  Ami
tried to
match the visible injuries to possible causes. 
     "You're going to be late to class. Aksi." The
figure .
..Soban, Ami suddenly recalled the others had said.
Soban turned to
the battered boy gingerly returning her books and
things to her bag.
"Aksi . . .escort Mizuno Amisama to her class. Explain
that it is
entirely your fault . . .yours and your . . .friends
that she is late. If
there is any question . . .tell them to see me."
     "Yeph Phobhan." Aksi mumbled through his ruined
mouth.
     "And Aksi?"
The boy turned terrified eyes to Soban.
     "Mizuno Amisama is a very important person. She is
a
scholar. She has probably forgotten more in the last
five minutes
that you could learn in your entire miserable worthless
life. She
could be a national treasure some day. You on the other
hand . . ."
Soban paused for a moment.
"Escort Mizuno Amisama to her class . . .and anywhere
else she
needs to go. Make sure that she is not disturbed for
any reason."
     "But Soban . . ."
Soban had already turned away. Aksi scuttled over to
Ami and
turned his battered, frightened face to her.
     "Please Mizunosama . . .come with me?"
Ami stared at the mysterious figure that was now
looming over the
small group of cringing boys, then looked down at the
equally
cringing Aksi.
     "A . . .all right. Let's go to class."

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