In but a Dream is a community written fic. If you wish to help write this crossover, join the Yahoogroup at groups.yahoo.com/group/in_but_A_Dream Disclaimer: I don't own Nny. JV does. I hope he never finds this. I know he'd want to kill me. I also don't own sailormoon. Takeuchi Naoko does. Good for her. This particular chapter was written by Q and HMG ____________________ In But a Dream A Sailormoon-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac Crossover Fanfic Chapter 38~ Ramifications A small glare of light and all was lost… The moon shone with the light of a thousand suns. A face peered from the milky surface, a small smile to be shone upon the earth and the stars. A small smile to be shone upon the events of the eve. A shimmering velvet sky above masked the destruction and hate and blanketed it with a love to pierce through the sheet and seed out all that of before. A small hand grasped in another. A slow dance. The booming voice of a lanky man dressed in black billowed about the roof of the tent along with the soft drums and saxophone tundrils. A shiny purple eye looking into the blackness of another as the world turned about them. A frozen moment of pure life. … Love… Closer. … Love… Closer. It was but a short six months when Sailormoon's quick determination healed 'Nny. None of them would have known that in such a short time, the two would be sharing their first dance as husband and wife. Hotaru looked so incredibly happy and at peace, and Johnny was calm, a small smile of love always pasted onto his no longer twitchy lips. With a sort of grace that only years of dismembering people could bring, 'Nny lead Hotaru through the movements of a gentle dance to Tristania's "The Shineing Path". The hard riffs, monster-like gutteral vocals, epic string solos, and fast paced drums were a suiting clash to the two lover's royalty-like dance. Everything about this moment was perfection embodied. The bride's dress was sleak and a nearly white shade of silver. The sleeveless bodice was tight, and did well to smother Hotaru's chest. Flesh was not one of 'Nny's turn ons, even in his healed state. No, he did not love Hotaru for her flesh. With a twirl, the silk train of the dress fanned up off the floor, only to slowly enwrap itself around the two vowed lovers in a picturesque manner. Johnny's obsidian coloured tuxido held long, ragged tails, which curled delecately around the trane. 'Nny's whole apparal was loosely based off of Jack Skellington's garb, from the movie "The Nightmare before Christmas", with form fitting pants, polished shoes, and a simple white undershirt. No pinstripes, and no bat tie..but in the most basic design elements, it was The Pumkin King. The spectators stood in awe. Thinking of the massive transformation that had become the new Johnny. Hotaru smiled serenely, gaily, at her beloved, holding her in his arms. A new kind of plague had infested them. ... Love... ... Yes, Johnny, love... The bunny smiled from a distant corner of the pavilion. Johnny smiled back. It was too much to think of. Therefor the moon shone diligently and the crowd cheered as the song came to a halt. Nny and Hotaru bowed. The crowd went wild. All the players rushed to the floor. Professor Tomoe came up to the happy couple in the midst of crazy life gamblers. "May I have this dance?" he asked his daughter, a smile in his eye. He turned to Johnny to ask for approval and Johnny handed Tomoe the hand of his wife. "I'm so happy for you my little Hotaru." Said Proff. Tomoe, watching Johnny walk to the head table and sit, watching the dancers, listening to the tunes. 'Over the laws of life, over the moon by midnight...' "Thank-you papa." Hotaru turned to look at Nny as well, smiled, and then turned back to her father. "I'm surprised that moon did it. I didn't think he could be helped you know, but, I guess he did it because he really loves you..." "Of course he did." "Yes... well. Hotaru. I hope you two will be happy together. I KNOW you two will be happy together." He embraced his daughter and she hugged back as the song came to an end and Nny returned to the hand of Hotaru, resuming their dance. 'I could die for you... whatcha wanna do... oh this life i choose...' A slow trembling of matter flickered through the brilliant room. ... Love..? ... Love... A state of bliss was upon the moonlight revellers. A tiny speckle of gold cut through the crowd and wafted delicately onto the gold speckle-drenched floor. A ting- TING TING -of glass. The crowd of merry bumblers halted and saw the large staff. Hair slightly dressed. The gown slightly formal. The look of- ... Love..? ... Love... "Minna-san konbanwa!" The voice halted all the slow stragglers. Pluto started her good-bye speech. "My little butterfly," She continued, feeling a little weaker with every word uttered from her softly purpled lips. Her head bowed slightly, almost remorsefully, and as it rose, there were tears in her eyes, light tears, and a smile across her gently pale face. "How you radiantly glow on this beautfiul winters eve." The crowd turned to gaze at Hotaru, indeed glowing in her pallid bluish-white wedding dress. The spotlight shone delicately on the light fabrics, and on the blood rushing to Hotaru's snowy cheeks. "The stars are shining for you tonight." The stars indeed shone. Outside of the pavillion, in the dark sky. Shining so brilliantly. For all to see. The Milky Way extremely milky, with the mingled galaxies' flickering lights. Like a strobe light, just a little less harsh, and a little slower. "You gracefully steal the spotlight, but it's there to be stolen, and I think no one deserves it more than you two." There was a round of applause. The crowd sounded like seals 'ARF ARF!' "It's been hard to seep all this in. The change." The senshi darted eyes at each other, and then they chuckled, illuminated in their coloured dresses. Everyone seemed so happy. And they were. The bunny smiled from the head table. ... Good job 'Nny. I'm proud of you... ... Thanks... ... No need to thank me. Thank yourself... ... uh... ... Scratch that, you're welcome... "You've been through so much my little Hotaru. My little firefly. May your light glisten and gleam for the rest of your years, and may your light never die." A tear. A round of applause. Tears. "To Hotaru" Haruka slouched back in her chair, a wide smile on her unpainted lips. Strong hands met time and again as she added her hands to the round of applause. Slender eyes, coloured the hue of the darkening sky turned to the groom, who was watching Setsuna's stirring speech with a calm resignition. "You look so stern and paternal." Noted Michiru coyly, a slight smile tugging at her lips. "You were more like a father then anything to Hotaru...go on. It's your duty to have the father/son-in-law lecture." Haruka's faced screwed itself up in indignation, before she let out a gruff sound, rising from the table. Those strong hands gripped the hem off her dark coloured man's tuxido, smoothing out the superficial wrinkles, before she travled to the center of the long table with a powerful, confident gait. Puling up a chair, Haruka turned it , stradled it, and sat. "So. You're my new son-in-law, as it were." "Um..." "There's no need to be shy and act all coy. You know very well what I am all about." "Riiiiight..." 'Nny looked around anxiously to see if there would be any opportunities to escape the awkward chat, but there seemed to be none. He turned back -almost defeatedly- to the conversation. "I just want to let you know that I’m glad you have seen the light and have changed your ways for Hotaru’s sake… That’s true love.” … True love…? … True love… … Shouldn’t true love be no matter what… … She’s just saying that to get you stirred, don’t listen to her, that’s my job. Now, about the true love thing… Rev. Meat cooed. … Just shut up… … I’m sorry ‘Nny, but, true love isn’t made by a change, true love is, well, yes, you said it yourself, it should be love under any circumstance… Rev. Meat continued his ‘battering the love’ speech as Haruka continued her ‘I’m so glad that you’ve turned to the good side, not the baddies anymore. You’re one of us, AND you’re in love, how bout that!?’ It was ludicrous. … Johnny, Hotaru would love any way. She would, trust me… The bunny begged for understanding. ‘Nny began to smile. … That’s right… He got up, in a slight daze and walked triumphantly over to Hotaru, all the shame and guilt washed away, all the doubt, down the drain. Haruka looked at him like he was a fucking retard. Pfft!ed and then went back to drinking her soda water with a spike of vodka. SALUT! Two large women, tapered in flamboyantly coloured, floral printed dresses, eyeing the crowd with their crow-like eyes. Surveying all and taking all in. “Didja hear how it all happened. I mean, I would NEVER in a thousand years, imagine these two wacko’s together.” “I KNOW! But, I guess, loonies attrack.” “Didja hear about how he had her under a hypnosis.” The second one, wearing a neon green and blue flowered, Hawaiian style dress, who liked to call herself ‘Linola,’ sputtered pieces of bread onto the other one, wearing neon pink and purple, as she tried desperately to get her excitedness of the topic out, and get her bit in. “OMFG!” she had still not forgotten her years of being a valley girl. Her eyes alighted at the OMFG! and she began to spew other unheard words in a storm, muffled by frantic cries of disbelief, but belief all at the same time. Linola responded in the same fashion. “I KNOW! And she was all like, killing people.” Her overtly large stomach shook as she laughed hysterically. “I mean, come ON! That little girl killing all those people in that sick, demented fashion. OHMIGOD! And did you hear about how she tortured him after words as a repayment of whatever the hell he did to her?!” The girls put the tips of their fingers together and made sizzling motions with them, hissing like the snakes that they were. They giggled furiously. A few lonely stragglers started to gather in, listening to the intruiging conversation. “And how the sailor senshi and Johnny got into a HUGE fight; and how Hotaru was pleading with them so much not to hurt him.” The conversation took on a different air as they watched the bride and groom happily glide on the dance floor. (Talk to me, dance with me here, in the spotlight girl. Talk to me, dance with me here, you’re the spotlight girl.) “She must really love him,” commented the purple and pink one, a little sullenly. She wished for such a love. “Anyway, DIDJA hear about the like, healing process, it took SOOOO long to get him out of his horrible state. He was completely insane when they got him, lucky they got there before the situation got hopeless.” “It is kind of a lovely story when you think about it.” "They got married so soon after that tho... They didn't even know each other for that long" "Maybe they just really love each other." "WHAT IF THEY HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE! WHAT IF THEY had TO GET MARRIED!" She pondered all the reasons why. ... Her visa ran out... ... Money... ... Sex... ....... “OHMYFUCKIN'GOD! Do you think she’s PREGNANT?!” Almost everyone listened in now, this was getting too good. “OHMYGOD! YES! I can see her tum got much bigger from the last time I saw her!” “OHMYGOD, I wonder what it will look like.” “I hope it’s a boy,” Called out one of the unknowns. “Hrm… I think it’ll be quite handsome,” said one of the other players. “What if it doesn’t make it through childbirth, what if HOTARU doesn’t make it…” Started the green one, and then dropped to a depressed glow at the end. "WEll, what if that doesn't happen, and then they end up living a really happy life." "What if their child ends up being like Johnny, or Hotaru, or both of them combined..." "I don't know if that would really be a good thing." "It would kill so many people, AND have super powers... IMAGINE!" "We could be next..." The crowd looked around, almost SURE the kid would be standing, staring at them, with a weird senshi suit on, a knife in one hand, purple pig tails and a wide grin on the face. The crowd grimaced, flinched, and shuffled uncomfortably in their seats, imaging all the blood spill, the screaming, the lights... “PICTURE TIME!” called the photographer, and everyone BOLTED, knocking over chairs, to see if they might be able to squeeze in and steal some lime-light, and also, kind of wanting to get away from conversation that could only go downhill. The photographer, who was compensated quite well, frittered and jostled guests from the photo, pulling members of the wedding party into a murder, like crows. The brides maids- senshi- in the back, semi-circled around the couple, Chibi-Usa over the bride's left shoulder. At Hotaru's adoring side was her love, her ...husband... Below the two nested a soft furred stuffed bunny, its eyes no longer decayed X's, but now glass, its fur brushed, the mange washed out professionally. Nailbunny was to be like their little child, until they were ready for a real family. "Everyone ready?" Crowed the photographer in his obscure accent as he stuck his head to the camera's lense. "I wanna see a big..." "KISS!"