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A/N: Possibly one of the weirdest ideas I have ever had for a fanfic, but hey, it makes for an entertaining plot! :-P Reviews greatly appreciated. This is going to be a multiple-part short story.

Summary: What started out a harmless game suddenly became an incredibly awkward situation... The four Inner Senshi are dared by Haruka to spend one night staked out in Mamoru's closet without being caught. Never ones to be labelled 'chicken', the girls follow through... and get the surprise of their lives when Usagi shows up mere minutes later! Unfortunately for them, she's in a particularly lusty mood... And so is their dashing chevalier. Now truly stuck in Mamoru's bedroom of all places, the Inners are forced to play audience to their Prince and Princess doing the deed... with mixed reactions from all. Humorous, romantic, and slightly dirty! :-P Enjoy!

A/N: This is it :( I hope you will all continue to read and review my stories. It means SO much to have your support! I want to extend a hand of thanks to these amazing individuals who reviewed last chapter: CharmedSerenity3, xo Usako ox, MoonlightSonata87, Kirei Tsuki, snoopykid, SilverSlippers, Chichiforever, iluvboys, Henna Ryans, ange de l'aube, SerentiyMoonGodness, sakanascales876, Serandi82, angel03618, Jenbunny, Bronze Wolf, Miss Lee Ann, Piper Chris Melinda Halliwell, mizqt, Flying Snowflake of Hope, tototo, Ashgeliton, Beloved Dawn, SweetIvette., markus777, Mystic Dodo, Callista Wolfwood, Gwen xx, fanfic addict lady, Hikari Urania, Kelevandras, Mystic Magician885, Miss DnG, madorno81, PrincessSerenity1976, mizuki11, PriestessHelene, Foxy Megumi, Blondie28, rainbabie, and Celeste-Love.

Warning: Adult content! Swearing! Younger readers beware! Rated M.

One Dark and Perverted Night

Part 15: "Revenge is Best Served Nude"

Haruka whistled a jaunty little tune as she hopped up the Hikawa Shrine's steps, flipping her shaggy blonde hair back with an appreciative smirk. She couldn't wait to hear all the lamentations of her fellow Senshi about last night ("Ohhh Haruka-san, it was awful, we saw Mamoru-san changing into his nightclothes!" "Oh, the horror!" "It was so dark and scary!"). It seemed they'd been pretty good about averting discovery; Mamoru had been all too cheery as Haruka accosted him on his way to work (which had probably been strange in itself, but hey, the Outer could care less what people thought of her). Either he was damn good at playing the innocent card, or the man really had no clue just what had gone down in his closet last night...

The woman sighed. She had to admit, it might have been more fun had the girls been caught... Oh well. She hoped the experience had been scarring, at the very least (*evil, maniacal grin*).

"Hey, Rei-san!" Haruka called as she ascended the final step, waving to the aforementioned teen, who was wearing her white and red priestess robes as well as an ornery countenance. The girl with raven hair paused in her sweeping to glare at Haruka as she approached. "Ooh, someone doesn't look too happy to see me."

"Like hell I'm not!" Rei exclaimed, brandishing her broom like a sword. "You best keep your distance today, Tenoh Haruka, or I'll sic Phobos and Deimos on you! They're pretty damn accurate when it comes to clawing a person's eyeballs out!"

Haruka, not daunted in the slightest, merely chuckled. "I take it the dare went... unsatisfactorily?"


Haruka froze. "You- she- he... but... but..."

"I CAN NEVER LOOK AT THE TWO OF THEM THE SAME WAY, EVER AGAIN!" Rei howled, advancing on Haruka with the broom dangerously aloft. The blonde nervously backed away, hands held palm-up in acquiescence.

"N-now... now... surely some good came out of your captivity... Deeper friendship? Spiritual enlightenment? An appreciation for personal space!?"

"OH, QUITE!" Rei, still shouting, intoned sarcastically. "MINAKO-CHAN'S GONE CERTIFIABLY INSANE DUE TO EXCESSIVE PORNOGRAPHIC IMAGES, MAKO-CHAN'S DEVELOPED SOME PERVERTED FETISH AND SHE'S HARBORING DELINQUENT SECRETS, AND AMI-CHAN'S IN A FRIGGING COMA! A COMA!" The ebony-headed girl gestured wildly toward her bedroom, and Haruka took that to mean that the Senshi were housing poor catatonic Ami there. Unfortunately, the racing prodigy didn't have much time to ponder this new and concerning development before homicidal Rei started pummeling her with a flea-infested instrument of mass destruction.

"O-ow, dammit, Rei-san! I had nothing to do with that!"


"It's not like I asked Koneko-chan to go fuck Mamoru-san last night! You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time!"

Rei seemed to collect herself at this. She patted down her disheveled hair and cleared her throat awkwardly. "Um... right. Yeah. Er, sorry. So... won't you come inside?"

Haruka stared.

"Oh, for heaven's sake! I promise I won't hit you with the broom anymore! Besides, Mako-chan, Minako-chan, and Michiru-san are sitting inside with Ami-chan... and we still have to discuss our end of the bargain."

"Your end?"

"Surely you haven't forgotten we get to dare you and Michiru-san? That is the point of this meeting, isn't it? Don't worry... the Inners and I had plenty of time to talk revenge last night."



"You're late."

Haruka winced at Michiru's light scold as she gingerly entered Rei's crowded bedroom. "Fashionably. It's the best kind."

"I wouldn't call walking in with bits of straw and dirt in your hair 'fashionable', dear."

"Er, that's my fault. I sort of, um-"

"Mauled me upon arrival?"

"Jumped the gun," Rei corrected, giving the woman an apologetic smile that Haruka didn't reciprocate.

"Well, I think grungy is a good look for Haruka-san," a pleasant voice opined, and everyone whirled toward the bed.


"You're alive!"

"Regrettably," the blue-haired erudite grimaced, touching her temple. "I feel like I've been dragged by my arms and legs for miles. And my head is killing me!"

No one decided to comment.

"What's going on?" Ami finally inquired, after taking stock of the various aches and pains afflicting her body.

"It's our turn to... ah, punish... Haruka-san and Michiru-san," Makoto answered, rubbing her hands together excitedly. "But there's a catch- we Inners have agreed that, due to the unfortunate circumstances which befell us last night, each of us gets to add to the overall dare. It's only fair after enduring a torture of that sort."


"Haruka," Michiru cut in, "Shut up. I've already agreed."


"As I recall it, you were 'fashionably' late."

The warrior of wind pursed her lips, resisting rebuttal. If Michiru was anything, it was that she was always right. Rei took up where Makoto left off. "Now that Ami-chan's awake, it appears we can begin. I'll go first."

Haruka waited with bated breath as the priestess paused for dramatic effect.

"Haruka-san, I dare you and Michiru-san to attend your next racing match... nude."


"A dare's a dare, Haruka-san," Minako shrugged, blue eyes gleaming with mirth and anticipation. "Michiru-san doesn't seem to care that much."


"I'm somewhat of a star as well, Haruka," Michiru reminded her partner sternly. "I'm just vastly more mature than yourself and therefore have accepted that making a huge fuss will get me nowhere."

"Don't you care about the reputation you have to uphold!?" Haruka nearly wailed, but with mercifully less volume.

"No," Michiru said simply, smiling now. "And I don't recall you ever caring either, even when we outed to the paparazzi that we were lovers."

"But this is different," the blonde sobbed. "I don't want to ride naked on my motorbike. It's uncomfortable!"

"You mean you've done it before?" Ami asked in an odd voice.

Haruka didn't answer. Instead, she buried her face in her arms on the table.

"I'm fucked."

"And we're not even done the dare yet," Rei laughed cheerfully, to which Haruka bestowed an ugly glare in her direction. "Minako-chan?"

Minako released an evil cackle. "My dare is very fitting. You and Michiru-san must, after the race and without donning clothing, spend the night in Tsukino Kenji and Tsukino Ikuko's closet."

Suddenly, Haruka wasn't the only one having a breakdown.

"USAGI-SAN'S PARENTS!?" Michiru exclaimed, eyes wide. "...NAKED!?"

"Oh, and we personally don't mind if you get caught. Really, we don't. Mako-chan?"

"Michiru-san, Haruka-san, I then dare you to enter Mamoru-san's apartment complex (you may have clothes this time) and take a... erm... *special* elevator ride." Makoto paused as she choked on giggles, the other Senshi reacting similarly as they relished in the horror displayed on both Michiru and Haruka's visages.

"You wouldn't..." the latter, aghast, murmured.

"Dear God, what have we done?" Michiru moaned. "No- what has that closet done to you!?"

"You are sick. Evil. Twisted. Dirty. I know exactly what you are implying, and we will not be doing it!" Haruka said hysterically.

"Would you just hear me out?" Makoto, still leering forebodingly, continued. "Whilst in that elevator, I want you two to make out. Haruka-san... seeing as the closet was all your idea, you get to be the one to fake an orgasm. We followed through with our part of the dare... now you have to do the same! Or are you a coward?"

Haruka looked positively green. She turned to Michiru, asking wildly but with utter seriousness, "The dreaded Silence isn't such a bad end for the world, is it? I mean, hey, maybe we can track down Pharaoh 90; I bet Hotaru's father knows... well, after he gets over his amnesia, but we can rectify that, right? Hell, maybe we can find good ol' Chaos while we're at it! If we're going to allow evil to invade earth tomorrow, why not invite everybody?"

"Haruka, I really hate it when you joke with such morbid passion," Michiru frowned, turning to Ami and sighing, "Ami-san, we await the final bidding."

"Just... take mercy," Haruka pleaded.

Ami seemed to contemplate for a few seconds, then smiled warmly. "I dare you to eat grass."

All the Senshi except Haruka and Michiru groaned loudly. "Leave it to Ami-chan for the anti-climactic dares!"

Haruka laughed in relief, tears of joy shining in her eyes as she opened her arms. "God, Ami-san, I think I could kiss you right now! C'mere so I can give you a great, big-"



"...hug?" Haruka gaped with confusion at the now limp form of Ami, draped awkwardly over the pillow. "Um... what did I say?"

"You said 'big', that's what," Makoto, shaking her head in exasperation, explained. "I wouldn't suggest using that word around her for the next, oh, twenty years? At least until the shock of seeing male genitalia when aroused wears off."

"Er... right."


That night...

Haruka sat in a darkened office, currently appraising the phone with intense concentration. Brow furrowed, fingers tapping incessantly, and feet fidgeting, she seemed on the brink of some terribly important decision. Until-

"Hotaru? ...Firefly?"

"Yes, Haruka-papa?" the voice of a flustered and otherwise occupied preteen called back, television muffling her reply.

"What's your father's phone number?"


A/N: It's been fun, guys. XD I'm going to miss the crazy mishaps of this story! Here's one last HUZZAH before I depart ^_^

The AU "Deleted Scene", in which the Inners DID bring a camera and the evidence "accidentally" got back to Tsukino Kenji... heh heh heh... I like to call it "Daddy on a Rampage"! Hahaha theme it like a scene from a horror movie... with of course humor laced in...

This came to me in the shower ^^


"Mamo-chan, GET OUT OF THERE! He's coming! And he knows!" Usagi's voice screamed into the receiver. Mamoru froze, blood pumping wildly. His heart thumped like a frantic drumbeat, making the college student fight off a wave of dizziness.

"But how, I-"

"I dunno, he got some pictures or a video or... or something at work; I don't know who could have-"

"I have a pretty good idea," Mamoru growled through gritted teeth, fingers clenching in homicidal rage around the phone.

"Whatever; that's not the point! The point is that my father is coming to your apartment with a loaded shotgun!"

"Oh hell, Usako-"

"JUST RUN!" Usagi howled again, slamming down the phone before he could protest anymore. Not that the man was sure he even could... his throat was closing up; palms going sweaty... This is it, Chiba. Not exactly going out in a blaze of glory, ten Negascum joining you, eh? No, death by Daddy on a Rampage, for daring to deflower his daughter...


"OH FUCK, he's HERE!" Mamoru wasted about a second's thought before hurling his body out the window and off the balcony- hey, if he was going to die, might as well do it in style! Although... this was rather frightening... The ground was coming up to meet him very fast... Ouch, pavement? Damn, this was going to hurt. Mamoru scrunched up his eyes.

I love you forever, Usako! But your father just scares me shitless!

Meanwhile, outside Chiba Mamoru's apartment...


"Chiba-san? Chiba-san! I've got the pizza you ordered!"


"Chiba-san...? Aw, damn, don't tell me the guy's out... Fuck service! I'm hungry. Pepperoni sounds good, I think I'll- say, who's moaning on the elevator? (*Ding!*) Sounds like... HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!"

Meanwhile, in a broken, battered, bloody, painful heap on hot pavement under the equally as scorching afternoon sun...

"Fancy meeting you here, Chiba Mamoru," Tsukino Kenji spat, staring down at his mangled prey from the barrel of a shotgun. "It's too bad my judgement's shot due to lack of sleep... strange, naked women in my closet last night and all that... Pity I haven't much sympathy for the college student who KNOCKED UP MY BABY."

"...Well this is just fucking ironic."



Hee hee! I too needed to go out in a blaze of glory ;)

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