Rehab
Minako was both surprised and not surprised at the recent turn of events. In fact, as much as she was outraged, she should have known her mother would try something like this. As the last thought crossed her mind, Minako could not help the ironic smile that twisted her lips. They send her here and she was not even the crazy one!
As she assessed her current predicament of being strapped to a bed, Minako admitted that they must have been planning this for some time. She had been about to leave for the airport from her house: a modeling job had come up in London for a few days and she had chosen to accept their offer. She had informed her Princess and her Senshi that she would be gone for a few days and if anything were to come up to call her. Usagi and Lita had been excited for her and told her to have fun; however, Rei had looked worried and said she felt a sense of foreboding. However, when pressed, she had said that it had not felt like an alien presence. So Minako had given everyone a big hug and left, tripping a little on the stairs leading out of the shrine, much to the pleasure of others.
Upon exiting her house she had been grabbed by two orderlies. She could have taken them out easily but she knew that she would have no place to go, and could possibly endanger the other Senshi, so the struggle she put up was decent for a girl her size. Although she had been holding back, she made sure to draw blood from both of her captors. The last thing she had seen before the doors of the white van had closed was her dad looking at her sympathetically and her mother shouting that it was only until she was better.
Better? Ha! There was nothing wrong with her! She was not a little honey short of a hive!
She could not even contact the others for help, with Artemis already having bid her goodbye and moved to Usagi’s by the time she had been taken. So, in essence, she had at least to stay in this rotting hell they called a rehabilitation center for three days before they tried to contact her. Not that she could answer when they did: they had taken both her communicator and cell phone when she arrived. Apparently she was a “flight risk”. Luckily she still had her henshin pen. But even that was of little use o her. True, it could help her escape, but the same problem emerged of where she would go as she reminded herself that she was not quite ready to give up being Minako.
She whipped herself out of her musings as another two orderlies-one with a Kleenex up his nose to staunch the blood-came in.
Noting her bruises the non-bleeding one snarkily commented:
“Well, Well, looks like you weren’t fooling, Gorou. She’s a pretty little fighter. What was wrong with her?”
“Don’t know. Guess that’s why we have the Doc.” The so called Gorou replied. “She’s just another crazy as far as I’m concerned.”
She hated people that talked like you were not present.
A new, deeper, yet smooth as silk voice interrupted the two orderlies’ musings.
“Yes. Now will you please step aside? I am here to treat Aino-san, not listen to you talk like she’s not there.”
The two orderlies looked like puppies that had just been kicked. She decided that she may like the doctor after all.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than the two orderlies moved aside to reveal her doctor.
Minako felt her stomach twist into an unrecognizable lump at the sight.
“Hello, Aino-san. My name is Doctor Shodo Masaru. I will be your psychotherapist for all the time you stay here. “
Minako felt as if her entire world was a frozen shockwave, destruction was coming but it was not following the pattern of Time. It was Him.
NO!
Minako screamed her anger, her fury and her pain at the sight of him as the metal form of the bed she was strapped to crumpled into a tangled mess around her. She noted but was uncaring of his shocked expression as she screamed, tears beginning to pop out from her ducts. She tried to get out of her now destroyed bed but was still restrained to what was left.
During the entire ordeal, she never stopped screaming, even though the sound had long stopped coming from her mouth.
She also never stopped looking into his silver eyes that looked both horrified and sad, even when she felt the prick of a needle and her limbs turn to mush.
She could not take her eyes off of the spirit that had come back from a stone that was buried in her backyard.
As her tongue dried up and grew larger in her mouth, she managed the damning word, though it was horribly slurred.
“Kunzite.”
As she assessed her current predicament of being strapped to a bed, Minako admitted that they must have been planning this for some time. She had been about to leave for the airport from her house: a modeling job had come up in London for a few days and she had chosen to accept their offer. She had informed her Princess and her Senshi that she would be gone for a few days and if anything were to come up to call her. Usagi and Lita had been excited for her and told her to have fun; however, Rei had looked worried and said she felt a sense of foreboding. However, when pressed, she had said that it had not felt like an alien presence. So Minako had given everyone a big hug and left, tripping a little on the stairs leading out of the shrine, much to the pleasure of others.
Upon exiting her house she had been grabbed by two orderlies. She could have taken them out easily but she knew that she would have no place to go, and could possibly endanger the other Senshi, so the struggle she put up was decent for a girl her size. Although she had been holding back, she made sure to draw blood from both of her captors. The last thing she had seen before the doors of the white van had closed was her dad looking at her sympathetically and her mother shouting that it was only until she was better.
Better? Ha! There was nothing wrong with her! She was not a little honey short of a hive!
She could not even contact the others for help, with Artemis already having bid her goodbye and moved to Usagi’s by the time she had been taken. So, in essence, she had at least to stay in this rotting hell they called a rehabilitation center for three days before they tried to contact her. Not that she could answer when they did: they had taken both her communicator and cell phone when she arrived. Apparently she was a “flight risk”. Luckily she still had her henshin pen. But even that was of little use o her. True, it could help her escape, but the same problem emerged of where she would go as she reminded herself that she was not quite ready to give up being Minako.
She whipped herself out of her musings as another two orderlies-one with a Kleenex up his nose to staunch the blood-came in.
Noting her bruises the non-bleeding one snarkily commented:
“Well, Well, looks like you weren’t fooling, Gorou. She’s a pretty little fighter. What was wrong with her?”
“Don’t know. Guess that’s why we have the Doc.” The so called Gorou replied. “She’s just another crazy as far as I’m concerned.”
She hated people that talked like you were not present.
A new, deeper, yet smooth as silk voice interrupted the two orderlies’ musings.
“Yes. Now will you please step aside? I am here to treat Aino-san, not listen to you talk like she’s not there.”
The two orderlies looked like puppies that had just been kicked. She decided that she may like the doctor after all.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than the two orderlies moved aside to reveal her doctor.
Minako felt her stomach twist into an unrecognizable lump at the sight.
“Hello, Aino-san. My name is Doctor Shodo Masaru. I will be your psychotherapist for all the time you stay here. “
Minako felt as if her entire world was a frozen shockwave, destruction was coming but it was not following the pattern of Time. It was Him.
NO!
Minako screamed her anger, her fury and her pain at the sight of him as the metal form of the bed she was strapped to crumpled into a tangled mess around her. She noted but was uncaring of his shocked expression as she screamed, tears beginning to pop out from her ducts. She tried to get out of her now destroyed bed but was still restrained to what was left.
During the entire ordeal, she never stopped screaming, even though the sound had long stopped coming from her mouth.
She also never stopped looking into his silver eyes that looked both horrified and sad, even when she felt the prick of a needle and her limbs turn to mush.
She could not take her eyes off of the spirit that had come back from a stone that was buried in her backyard.
As her tongue dried up and grew larger in her mouth, she managed the damning word, though it was horribly slurred.
“Kunzite.”