Good Touch Bad Touch by Mark Berger -- Serena waited behind as the rest of the students filed out of the class. She had been totally surprised when out of the blue, Miss Haruna had harshly ordered her to stay behind. She had looked at Rei, and the raven- haired miko just shook her head wonderingly and passed her a tiny note saying, "Don't worry - it's probably just a no-show date." Picking up her bag, and holding it defensively in front of her, she got up and walked to stand in front of Miss Haruna's desk. Miss Haruna didn't look up from marking papers, and Serena swayed from one foot to the other as she waited. Finally she had to speak - it was getting late and she needed to get going. "You wanted to see me, Miss H?" She thought, but didn't say, you're kind of wasting my time - I've got homework to do before my date with Darien tonight. That comment wouldn't have gone over real well, considering the usual cause for one of these bad moods. Haruna looked up. "I did not give you permission to speak, Serena. Sit down," she ordered frostily. Serena took a step back, surprised, and sat down. Less than a minute later, she said, "Miss H, would you please tell me what's wrong so I can apologize for it, go home and get my homework done, so I can give it to you tomorrow morning? The first three chapters of Oliver Twist isn't exactly what I'd call light reading." Standing outside the school waiting for Serena, Darien felt a flash of danger. Before he knew it, he was racing inside the building as Tuxedo Mask. Haruna sighed, and pushed her chair back. "Serena, shut up." Unused to being spoken to like that, Serena did shut up. "Now come over here." Serena slowly stood up again, and moved to stand beside Haruna. "I ask to see all my students individually. Now it's your turn. Serena, your grades just aren't very good." "Miss H?" asked Serena, concerned. She hadn't gotten so much as a single "B" for almost a year, admittedly with a LOT of help from her friends. Turning around her study habits had been the easy part, all it took was a change of setting from alone in her room with too many distractions to either in a group where everybody else was studying the same stuff or with Darien - anything is easier with Darien, she thought. "Serena, I'm a firm believer in discipline, and that's something you are lacking." Serena wasn't quite sure how to respond to this, so she didn't say anything. "Now, put your bag down," Haruna instructed. Serena blinked a few times, then put it down beside the desk, getting wary. "Right, now bend over and lie on my lap," Haruna said flatly, patting her lap. "What?" Now she was seriously confused. "Serena," Haruna sighed. "You're going to learn discipline if I have to beat it into you myself. Now lie on my lap!" "But Miss H!" The wariness was beginning to sharpen into a too- familiar sense of outright danger. "Now, Serena!" At the commanding, angry tone, Serena lay on Haruna's lap, her mind reeling. What is this? What the heck is Miss Haruna thinking? If this doesn't take too long, then I guess I don't have much choice but to play along. Serena's head twisted around as she felt her skirt being pulled up, and she opened her mouth to say something, then Haruna raised her hand and brought it down hard on Serena's butt. Pain was something she tried to avoid anyway, and she didn't like it any more now. She looked upward and saw a gleam in the teacher's eye, as though she intended to. . . Oh, God. Her blood ran ice-cold as a hideous realization shot through her. "IIE!!!!" Serena screamed. That was quite enough. With all the strength in her body, she swung quickly out of the teacher's grasp and took a better look in her eyes. It was as she feared: Miss H. had been taken over by a creature from the NegaVerse, most likely one of the Daemons that the Scouts had been fighting for the last couple of months. Miss Haruna deserved better than that. "MOON CRISIS POWER," shouted Serena. As she finished, the daemon came out of the teacher to fight and shot a sticky, quickly hardening substance at her. "Great," she muttered, immobilized, "What is this, 'La Blue Girl!?'" FSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH. . . SPAK! A bright red rose was stuck into a crack between two floor tiles. "Tuxedo Mask, thank God you're here!" said Sailor Moon. The rose's magical field quickly dissolved the goo holding Serena in place. "Finish her, Sailor Moon!" Tuxedo Mask fought every instinct that was telling him to go to his girlfriend and hold her very close, making sure she wasn't hurt in any way - not in the middle of a fight, with none of the other Sailor Scouts to make sure that nothing happened to them. "Don't have to tell me twice!" Serena went into a spin with her new Heart Moon Scepter. "Spiral Moon. . . Elimination!" The blast knocked the Daemon into the proverbial next Tuesday. She sustained it and the creature degenerated back into its Daemon Egg and vanished in a foul puff of smoke. Sailor Moon transformed back and found Miss Haruna curled up in a fetal position under her desk, sobbing in horror and pain. "Miss H?" Serena hugged the teacher tightly and drew her out from under the desk. Despite the fact that Miss Haruna was several inches taller and about twenty pounds heavier than Serena, she had little trouble. "Oh my god, Serena, what have I done? I nearly. . . I'm so sorry, I wouldn't blame you if you. . . God, I'm finished, I'll never be able to teach again, not with something like this on my record. . ." her voice was shaky and difficult to understand. Serena knew what the Daemon had been about to make Miss Haruna do, and it shocked and sickened her. Clearly, the effect was far, far worse on Miss H, who had been forced against her will to do something that revolted every fiber of her being. "Miss H, it wasn't your fault. I was attacked by one of those Daemons once, I know what they can do to you. They can make you do things that you'd never dream of doing otherwise, and what's worse, they can make you enjoy doing them." Serena helped Miss Haruna off the floor, helped her straighten out her clothes. She let her compassion shine through her eyes, and saw about half of the fear and self-loathing that was part of the after- effect of a Daemon attack lift and dissipate. During this, Darien's temper was smoldering. Those evil bastards, he thought, How can they be like this, thriving on the pain and suffering and fear of other beings? "But what about the mess in here," sniffled Miss Haruna. Darien walked over and held Serena's free hand. "I'll help Serena clean up this mess, Miss Haruna. You go home and have a good long hot soak, it'll make you feel a lot better." He helped Serena shoo the teacher out of the room and send her on her way. Only when Miss Haruna was safely down the hall and out of sight did Serena's knees start to shake. Darien wrapped an arm around his beloved and pulled her back into the classroom, shutting and locking the door. Serena stumbled weakly into a desk chair and began to cry, a little at first but working up to the deep, shuddering sobs of a woman frightened out of her wits. Darien wrapped his arms around the only woman he would ever love, sat down and pulled her onto his lap, rocking back and forth while she cried into his shirt. "Nobody will hurt you, Serena," he whispered into her hair over and over as her body shook with the force of her crying. "Oh God, Darien that was so scary. I would never have thought that it would be possible for somebody to do something that hideous." Darien said, "It's evil, Serena. There's no other word for it. But I promise that as long as I'm alive, you won't have to worry about anything like that happening ever again. Because if anybody, human or youma, tries to violate you like that again, I'll make sure they don't walk away from the experience." He kissed Serena tenderly and brushed the hair from her hot, sweaty forehead. "Now come on, honey, let's get this cleaned up - I've got a feeling a hot bath would do you a world of good, too." Serena leaned into Darien's embrace, "A hot bath and a cup of tea sound heavenly right about now, Muffin, so let's get this over with." She kissed Darien on the cheek and moved to replace the desks. Miss Haruna's thoughts were a confused mishmash as she drove home. What the hell was I doing!? Dear God, I was about to rape a student. There's no good reason or even a passable rationalization for that. If Sailor Moon hadn't stopped it from happening, I would have. . . would. . . "AAAIGH!!!" she screamed as she wrenched her car back onto the left side of the road, narrowly missing an oncoming truck. At Darien's apartment, Serena dropped a double handful of bath salts into steaming water. It would take a couple of minutes for them to dissolve, which was why she was dropping them into water too hot for her to sit in. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she saw Darien come into the bathroom. "I thought you might be in need of a little company, my love." He held her in his arms for almost half a minute before she started to talk. "Very much so, Darien. I thought Beryl was evil, but this, this goes way, way beyond evil." She shuddered with fear. "To corrupt a person so intimately trusted as a teacher, there's no telling how much harm that Daemon could have done to people if we hadn't stopped it. And worse, we'll never know if I was the first person it chose or if there were other girls or boys who it victimized." "And worse still," added Darien, "if you weren't the first, Miss Haruna's reputation may never recover." "Even though it wasn't Miss H's fault," she said, biting her lip nervously as she dropped her towel and slid into the still-steaming (but no longer scalding) water. "Somehow, Serena, I think that it's going to be a long time before Miss Haruna accepts that." Darien kissed Serena's hair and went back out to fix a cup of tea for her. Alone in the bathroom, nobody was around to see two tears drip down Serena's face and into the bathwater for her teacher. Miss Haruna stumbled into her house and made her way to the bathroom. Despite Serena's reassuring words, she was frightened beyond belief, and incredibly confused. Once she was there, she began running hot water for a bath of her own. "I feel so dirty," she groaned, "What the hell happened to me today?" Alone in the house, nobody was around to see the tears drip down Patricia Haruna's face and onto the floor for her student. -- Author's Note: This story is a response to The Hentai Man's ugly little piece, "The Teacher and Student Relationship," in which Haruna-sensei takes Usagi-chan's "discipline" into her own hands. However, the problem of teachers who violate their position of trust and use it to demand sexual favors (rape by any other name) from their students is very real, and unlike Serena in this story, the children and young adults who are abused by these bad teachers don't have the power to directly defend themselves. Also unlike in this story, where Miss Haruna is being forced to do this horrible act totally against her will, the real teachers who do these things have no excuse and are totally undeserving of any kind of sympathy. My use of Negaversal possession was simply the only way I could possibly reconcile the act which Miss Haruna was about to do with the image of her character that I've built up while watching and reading "Sailor Moon." If you are a parent and you rationally suspect that a teacher is raping your child or a classmate, it is your *duty* to report your suspicions to first the school administration and then the police. If you are a student and you suspect that something like this is happening to another student in your school, then likewise it's your duty to report it to a trustworthy person in a position of authority; the vice-principal, the principal or even the police. At the same time, though, I recommend caution. The desire to protect can lead parents to see monsters that aren't there. If you suspect, get evidence, because an accusation that proves false will still forever ruin the reputation of a good teacher who truly cares for his or her students, and that's just as much of a crime. If you yourself are in this position, GET HELP. Nobody deserves to be violated in this way. Your school administration can help you, and they are legally required to suspend and investigate a teacher who is suspected of sexually harrassing or raping a student. Thank you for your time and attention. On a much lighter note, thanks as always to my wonderful friend, pre-reader and onee-chan, the beautiful fanfiction warrior Sailor Mac, who fights a ceaseless struggle for love, justice and a higher standard in Sailor Moon hentai. If you want to read Sailor Moon hentai stories about love and caring and not meaningless, loveless sex and power, give hers a try. You'll be glad you did. Thanks to ALL of the wonderful people who have told me how much they love my fanfics (both hentai and original flavor), and to Tuxedo Will, Luna and Artemis and Sailor November (especially to Sailor November, for her Excellent Author Award - I'm very honored to be thought of in the company of writers like Pandora Waldron, Jen Wand and my onee-chan), who have selflessly given of their webspace to make the dream of being published a reality for many good Sailor Moon fanwriters - the bad ones may get a lot of attention sometimes, but the beauty of the Miracle Romance shines on. Thanks as always to Naoko Takeuchi, for sharing her wonderful dream of a Miracle Romance with the world. And finally, NO thanks at ALL to jerks like The Hentai Man, who make stories like this one necessary.