Konnichiwa, Minna-san!!! How are you? Happy New Year from Sailor Gotland!!! Well, here it is, the sequel to "Abusing the Wind". This one contains no sex, but it's an adult story, so I post it among the Hentai stories anyway. Standard disclaimers, Haruka and Michiru do not belong to me, just borrowing them. Well, Yamagata Kedo belongs to me! I created him!! Mitsubishi Kedo belongs to my best friend Sailor Universe Limbo. She created him! All right! Enjoy! CALMING THE WIND A Sailor Moon story by Sailor Gotland I saw her slump down in a heap, a small moan escaping her bruised lips. I was by her side in an instant, turning her over. I gasped; she looked awful. Her face was beaten, blood trickling its way down from her nose and from the corner of her mouth. Her clothes were ripped apart, dirt and blood staining them. "Haruka"I whispered, tears filling my eyes. "Haruka, please answer me! Wake up! Who did this? Who did this to you? Oh, Haruka! Please!' As I cradled her in my arms, I found myself thinking of Hotaru-Chan. How good it would have been if she were here, all grown up. She could have healed Haruka, she could have comforted me! As if. I couldn't dream about the past, I had to concentrate on the present. I had to get her to a hospital. If I called for an ambulance, would it get here in time? Maybe she'd get worse! I finally came to the conclusion that I didn't have much of a choice. I managed to get Haruka into bed, and with a stone in my heart I went down to the lobby. I didn't want to leave her alone, but I had no choice. The lobby was crowded. Outside I could see patrol cars, and there were a lot of policemen inside. I suddenly hesitated. If I asked for an ambulance, would it result in unnecessary questions from the police? If I knew Haruka as I thought I did, she would want to have no contact with the police. But she needed help! A young man strolled over to me. He was tall and slender. He had long, straight hair. Blonde, but one part of the hair was colored pink. He had big, brown eyes. With him was a little toddler. The child looked at me with the same brown eyes, and I assumed they were brothers. "Hi there', said the man. "What's up, babe? Ya look a bit confused ya know.' "What's up', echoed the little boy. He was very cute, but I really didn't like the way the older man spoke. I was a babe? No way! "What's up? I could ask the same. What are all the policemen doing here? Have somebody been robbed?' I could see the young man blush, just for a second, then he said: *Not yet they have. I've not started working yet. Sorry. But I think five fellows have been killed. Gooey story actually. Cut open ya see. Indigestion's all over the place. Sort a messy.' I froze. "Cut open? As by a sword?' "Sword? Ya nuts, babe? Who'd ya think own a sword in this dump? Maybe a knife or an ax. Sword! What a laugh!' It could have been a sword. Haruka had been in her Sailor Fuku when she came back to the room. Could she have killed the men? Could they have hurt her so? I suddenly felt tears flood my eyes, and a sob escaped me. "Ya okay, babe?' "Kaiou. Kaiou Michiru. Not babe. And no, I'm not okay. Haruka is hurt, and now I can't call for an ambulance. She'd get in serious trouble if I did. And Setsuna-san is waiting for us. We have to hurry! Our princess!' "Princess? What ya babbling about, babe? Sorry, Kaiou-san.' I realized I've talked too much. I shut my mouth and looked down. Then I suddenly felt a tiny, chubby hand take my own. I looked down at the small child. He looked up at me, a small smile playing in his face. "Don't be sad', he said. "Daddy helps you. He will. Mitsú says he will. Mitsú knows daddy will.' Daddy? I looked surprised at the young man. He was the father of this adoring child? But he looked as if he was only about my age. He couldn't be a father! Or could he!? "Kedo Yamagata. Nice to meet ya', the young man said with a crocked smile. "That's Kedo Mitsubishi, my kid. Well, if he says I'll help ya, I don't have much of a choice now, do I? Ya have a friend who's hurt ya say! Ya wanna take me to her?' I hesitated. Could I trust this hippie? I did not think so. Then my eyes fell on the little boy. He looked so happy, happy that his dad could do something to help somebody, that I didn't want to disappoint him. "What do you know about dressing wounds and so on?' "A lot, Kaiou-san. I live on the streets ya see. Always had to take care of myself. I know a lot. Come on now, Mitsú-kun. We gotta help this babe.' "Wait" I said. "She's very badly hurt. Shouldn't it be better if the boy stayed down here?' "All alone? Don't think so, babe. He's two years old. He could get hurt. There are a lot of perverts and psychos out there. He comes with me,' "What do you mean perverts? As you said, he's only two years old. Surely nobody could try to abuse such a little child!' The look he gave me was as good as dead. I froze. When he spoke his voice was without emotion: "They already have.' I stared at him, and then at the little boy. He had wandered of, playing with a little flower in its pot. He looked perfectly happy. I suddenly felt sick. "My God! All right. I'll stay with him. You go and take care of Haruka for me. Please?' "Why'd ya think I'd leave him with ya? I dunno ya either.' I looked him straight in the eyes. "I'm leaving my girlfriend in your care, the one person whom my world circles around. I promise I'll take well care of your son if you take well care of her. Do we have a deal?' "Your girlfriend?' He looked caught off guard. "You're a! Okay. Fine. I'll leave Mitsú-kun with you. Just let me talk with him.' * * * I sat down next to Haruka, and she started the engine. We had had a long conversation about the rape. I'd comfort her when she cried, calmed her down when she was angry, just being there, supporting her. That was all I could do. And that was all I had done. But I was worried. Her soul needed healing, cleansing. But we didn't have time for the whole process. Setsuna-san was waiting, and Haruka was eager to get away. I was afraid that she'd suffer from this experience the rest of her life if she didn't get time to mend her soul. She shoved my concern of, wanting to get on with her life. Only a little to early in my opinion. But the matter of fact was, we had no time. As she drove of I waved my good byes to Yamagata-san and darling little Mitsú-kun. I knew I would always remember them and I would always be grateful to them. Both of them. FIN. Hope ya liked it! If you did, please let me know! And if you didn't, let me know as well! All feedback appreciated!! Love Sailor Gotland sailorgotland@kurir.net or rose-marie@kurir.net