Mens Rea
by
papirini
"Neptune!"
That was the last
word she heard before she fell. Everything became hazy, blue and red
mingling in black within Marine Cathedral, before all became black
underneath her closed eyes. She couldn't hear Uranus shouting, nor
could she hear Eudial laughing as her heart crystal came out,
revealing the power within.
Even that power faded to nothing as she
slipped into nothingness.
There was nothing for her but pain.
Death was pain, she realized. It was the act of one's soul being
ripped out of one's chest, the feeling of the body being ripped apart
by an unnatural force. It was nothing like Naptune had ever felt
before. It was the feeling of chains around her soul, dragging her
down into the abyss.
It was the smell of rotting meat and
garbage being waved under her nose.
Michiru's eyes suddenly
bolted open.
"HAAH-!!!"
The high walls of
Marine Cathedral was gone; there was no Uranus, no Eudial, no guns,
no organs, no stained glass, no sunset. It was all replaced by black
stone, the cold hard steel of the floor, the searing heat of fire
that came from a tiny barred window which gave the room its only
light.
"Where...."
Michiru's voice echoed
through the chamber as she looked down at herself. Her transformation
had somehow dissolved; she was dressed in a white dress, similar to
one of her favorite concert dresses. However, it was ripped and torn
to the point where it ceased to be a dress and was merely some
dangling cloth which barely covered her naked body. It was stained
with blood and dirt, and smelled so disgusting that Michiru's eyes
almost rolled to the back of her head at the stench.
Where....am
I.....
"AWAKE!!"
Michiru gasped as
a door, invisible before, suddenly flung open with a reounding bang.
Normally, Michiru would have stood up and demanded what was going on.
However, something was missing within Michiru, and she could not
place what. Instead, she crawled away from the door, shiverring as
her unprotected back hit the cold wall.
"Aaah." A
figure cloaked in black, imposing and rasping, filled the doorway, a
flaming red baby dragon yipping on its shoulder. "The newcomer.
Kaiou Michiru. I have your lunch."
"Where....."
Michiru's nose crinkled, for the figure also smelled. "Where...am
I...."
"You should eat this up." Motioning at the
bowl, Michiru could see something moving in it, even at her angle.
"It may be the last meal you ever have."
"What...."
Michiru's eyes widened. "What do you mean?!"
"What
do I mean?"
There was a silence as the figure stared at
Michiru for a moment, not saying a word. The longer the silence
continued, the more helpless, the more scred, the more powerless
Michiru felt. Something was not right with herself; she could feel
the ominous waves of the sea, even from wherever she was, coursing
away from her in terror.
"....What do I mean." The
figure suddenly laughed harshly, the dragon squawking with it.
"You're in transit, that's what I mean."
"In
transit...."
"Near death." The figure snorted
haughtily. "You'll be dead soon enough, though, sailor. You've
been signed in, and most people who're signed in, don't get signed
out, know what I mean?"
"Then I...."
"You're
dense, aren't you? You've been signed onto the registry of the King
of Hell. You're on the list, toots." The baby dragon on the
figure's cloak looked hungrily at Michiru's legs. "As a new
arrival to the underworld, you've been summoned to the Court of
Fengdu to answer for your earthly crimes - and boy are you in for a
surprise. Your arraignment is in one hour."
"But
I-"
"Now, take this and eat your food." The voice
became annoyed. "I don't slave over this crap for
nothing."
"I'm...." Michiru's chest felt cold and
empty. "I'm not hungry..."
"That was not a
request!!" The figure's head suddenly burst into flame in anger
at Michiru's refusal. "EAT it, you miserable bitch!"
"Leave
me alone!"
Instead of responding, the disgusting
concoction was thrown at Michiru's feet by the figure. The dragon
gave an angry howl at Michiru's refusal, beating its wings. The
figure, however, stopped the dragon from acting, and merely turned to
walk out of the cell.
"Enjoy eternity."
With
that, the door slammed shut with an ominous bass. Laughter suddenly
echoed into the cell, the joke obviously on Michiru and her
lunch.
This is a dream...
Michiru shivered as
giant maggots suddenly crawled out of the grub and onto her leg. Half
a foot wide, the fat visibly wriggled underneath the yellowed skin as
the bugs began to nip eagerly at Michiru's flesh. She gave a squeal
of terror, her sense of calm and dignity being quickly drained by the
forces of death that held her in its grip.
This is a
dream....just a dream....I'll wake up....I
must....I....must......wake up.....
-
"All
rise!"
The entire courtroom - filled with the souls of
the demonic host - stood up in unison as the bailiff - a red-skinned
man with horns coming from his head, bellowed. The seats were made of
crushed skeleton bones, the bench made of blackened steel. In the
center of the room was a ring of fire, from which sprung a defendant
cage with spikes turned inward.
"The Honorable
Izunami-Yama the Great, judge of the hells of Retribution, Torture,
Punishment and the Avici, where the worst crimes are punished."
At these words, a red-hooded creature materialized on the judge's
bench in a burst of flames. "Be seated!"
"Thank
you, bailiff Satan." Raising the gavel - which was a hammer with
steel nails coming out of one end - the judge pointed to two massive
iron doors. "Bring the defendant forth!"
At this,
the swung open ominously, the clanging sound echoing over and over.
Three masked figures then dragged Michiru, sharp thorns cuffing her
hands and bite marks covering her legs, into the room and pushed her
into the center cage.
"Ugh!!"
Michiru barely
missed hitting one of the nails within the cage, and she collapsed to
the floor. Dazed, confused, bleeding from her hands, she looked
around, her body tensing each moment her eyes stayed open. Everywhere
she turned, there was nothing but the gleam of iron glaring back
menacingly.
"Your Honor, here is the defendant." She
heard the raspy whisper behind her. "We are ready."
"Good.
The defendant will not stand up and face the court." After the
girl refused to rise, the voice of the judge boomed into her head
with a loud roar. "STAND!!"
Without a
moment to spare, Michiru carefully got herself up off the ground
without scratching herself, in compliance to the order. She could see
the nails were sharper than even the best made katana. One
wrong move and her body could easily have been cut in half.
The
view standing up wasn't much better. The walls were transparent, each
side showing a various scene, like stain-glass windows. On her left,
there were naked female figures, tied to iron beds while giant nails
drove into their bodies; on her right, women figures were chased by
giants with swords and pitchforks that were longer than Mack trucks,
and their eyes were raked out. In the back, she could hear the sounds
of boiling oil, followed by the dropping of flesh into the
concoction. She remembered this from her studies with her
grandfather, long ago, when they went to the Buddhist temple
together. The more she thought of it, the more helpless she felt; she
knew full well that hell was designed to break anyone's soul, and
unfortunately, it was working all too well on Michiru.
The
worst, however, was behind the bench, where all three tortures were
used simultaneously. There was also a giant black furnace at the very
top, which Michiru could see very easily as people were forced into
it. She could hear the screams and wails from all four sides echo
into the chamber, and she shuddered violently.
"Kaiou
Michiru." Her attention was turned back to the red-cloaked
figure, whose voice sounded like hissing snakes. "Also known as
the sailor soldier of the planetary entity Neptune. Currently in
transit between spiritual planes. You have been summoned to the court
of the netherworld to answer to charges brought against
you."
"Charges..."
"You have been charged
by karmic decree with murder, attempted murder, and crimes against
humanity. The penalty for these crimes is eternal damnation within
the Avici hell." The courtroom murmured. "How do you plead
to this charge?"
"Crimes against humanity?"
Michiru's heart froze. "Murder? How is....but I haven't killed
anyone..."
"Answer to the charges!" The hissing
snakes returned. "How do you plead!"
"I'm
innocent." Michiru looked around frantically, her mind reeling
from shock. "I know I'm innocent! I've never killed anyone in my
life!"
"And of attempted murder?"
"Attempted..."
Michiru shook her head. "I didn't attempt to murder anyone,
either. Any action that may have been construed that way....I did it
to-"
"Sire," At this, the red-faced bailiff spoke.
"We have the party that is pressing the charges waiting to be
seen in."
"Very well." The judge pointed towards
the back. "You are declaring yourself innocent, and the party
who is bringing the charges have claimed aggrieved status. Bring them
in!!"
At this, the doors opened once more, and two more
shrouded figures came in. Unlike the others present, however, both
wore white scarves around their necks, though the taller one also had
a red scarf tangled around the white one.
"You...."
"Kaiou
Michiru."
At this, the two newcomers took their hoods
off. The taller one Michiru did not recognize; she was a woman in her
thirties, her brown hair loosely tied up in a bun. Her eyes were
dark, and they seemed to exude anger as they looked upon the
green-haired girl.
The second figure, however, was a boy, and
even with the lifelessness in his eyes it only took a few seconds to
recognize who he was.
"Oh my god..."
"Don't
touch it!!"
"Michiru!?"
"Deep
Submerge!!"
"Sailor Neptune....why?"
"Next
time, I'll kill him...."
"I see you know
them." The judge's voice came through the memories of Michiru's
battles, one of her very first, and deepest rooted memories.
"Litigant, state you name and registry!"
"I
am....Takomaki Aiko." The woman's voice was low, a calm tone
before the shrieking storm. "I am here to avenge the deaths of
myself and my son, Takeshi, at the hands of Kaiou-san. I come from
Nakana to plead my case."
"Tell the court your story,
Takomaki-san."
"It started six months ago..."
Either it was the words of the angry
woman, or it was the atmosphere of fear that gripped the courtroom.
Perhaps it was both things influencing Michiru's mind. Whatever it
was, her memories of that day were returning more vividly than they
ever had before.
"My son came out of school and he
never came home. It was midnight by the time I was informed by the
police that they had found my son's body inside a mechanic's garage,
and he had been taken into intensive care for massive internal
injuries. He suffered so much damage that he convulsed violently for
three hours before falling into a coma. He died an hour after, and
all this happened right in front of my eyes. Even now, in the
afterworld, the depth of his injuries has damaged his soul and sealed
his ability to speak and think!"
"Go on."
"I
was so distraught - he was my only child, my baby. Nothing could
replace him. All I thought about was joining him, and because I went
insane from grief, that's what I did. I took a knife and slit my
wrists, so two lives were lost." The woman pointed at Michiru.
"But when I came to the netherworld, I researched all I could
about my son's attack, as he was unable to. I learned that Kaiou-san
- this woman, a sailor soldier, who is supposed to uphold the virtues
of humanity - had used her planetary powers against my son. She even
said, after she attacked him, that the next time she saw him she'd
kill him. But she didn't have to because she had already
killed him!”
"Hmm."
"She has also said
that she'd sacrifice herself to save the world, but in reality, she
is a lair. Many times passed where she could have truly risked
her life. Yet while my innocent son died, she still lived, and said
later that she and her partner would also sacrifice anyone and
everyone for her so-called mission!"
There was another
murmur, louder than the first, as the woman's voice became a shriek.
Obviously annoyed at the noise, the judge quickly banged their gavel
down onto the bench. The room was suddenly subjected to the noise of
a thousand shrieking crows, and the ground shook violently.
"Order!"
Michiru took a step back in shock,
and as she did, she felt the prick of a nail on her elbow. She
jumped, and the nail took off a small chunk of skin as she did
so.
"Ah!"
"I won't let her do what she did
to me and my son to anyone else!!" As Michiru held her arm in
pain, quaking in fear, Takomaki frantically looked up at the judge.
"Your Honor, send this woman to the Avici hell that sits behind
your bench and punish her for what she's done to us!"
"Your
story is disturbing, to say the least," the judge looked down at
Michiru, their eyes glowing red as they spoke, "and murder is an
unforgivable crime in hell. That a girl her age also spoke on the
record that she would subject others to such an attack is deplorable.
Your pain is obviously justified, Takamaki-san. Kaiou Michiru, do you
have anything to say to justify your actions?"
A hush
fell over the crowd as the courtroom awaited the sailor soldier's
response. Shivering, Michiru looked at the judge, then at her
accuser, then at the child. She could not see emotion in the boy's
eyes; it was as if he was unable to feel it.
All my
fault.....
"I....." Michiru shut her eyes.
".....No! I didn't mean to kill him."
"You
did!"
"That's not true!" Michiru shook her
head violently. "I swear! Not that time. He had been
turned into a daimon....he was attacking my partner....I didn't know
what else to do. I had to attack him. But he wasn't human at that
point....he was a daimon. He was going to ravage Tokyo if he got
out."
"Daimon..."
"The daimons extract
heart crystals from people, and a lack of a heart crystal is fatal
after a certain amount of time. When heart crystals are extracted by
the enemy, my partner and I would examine them. But we give them back
because none of them had a talisman! We return their lives back to
them, I swear!"
Tears fell from Takomaki's eyes as
Michiru spoke, and a slight snarl formed on her lips. Instinctively,
she drew her son closer to her, as if to shield him from the sailor
soldier's blandishments.
"I.....never killed anyone
intentionally." Michiru opened her eyes and looked down. "And
the only people I would ever think to kill would be those who held a
talisman, if it had to be that way. But getting the talismans is the
only way to save the world. And...and...if there is one person who
has so far died from having a talisman extracted from their body, by
my actions...it is me."
There was a slight gasp from the
figures who sat in the courtroom at this. The judge took up the gavel
again, but by the time there was an opportunity to use it, the crowd
became completely silent. Michiru did not notice; she did not care.
All she could see was the Avici hell waiting for her entrance, even
as she desperately attempted to justify herself.
"I
didn't know." A single tear fell from her eyes. "I thought
I was dirty for believing sacrifice was the only way to save the
world. But I never thought I would hold such a sacred item as
a talisman. How could I....with the sins I've committed, with what
I've now done to my lover and Takoma-"
"Enough."
Michiru
stopped at the sound of the hissing snakes. She looked up to see the
judge looking down at her, though she could not see what was going on
underneath the judge's cloak. Whatever emotions that Izunami-Yama may
have had were sufficiently suppressed.
“You said you possess a
talisman.” The judge stood up. “You obviously refer to
the three talismans of the Holy Grail. Am I correct?”
“....Yes.”
“Can you back up this claim that
you possess a talisman?” All eyes were on her. “State to
me how you know this!”
“....I remember.”
The fear in Michiru's face slowly
disappeared as she looked up to face the judge. Somehow, she had
forgotten in her fear the very thing that had brought her to the
netherworld in the first place. She called upon what little was left
of herself, and began to visualize those last moments she experienced
on Earth.
“We were in Marine Cathedral...in
Tokyo.” She could feel the wind blowing her hair as she and
Uranus landed the helicopter in front of the church. “Eudial
had called us there. She said she had the identities of the talisman
holders. But when we got there, we were shot at. I was
captured.....I...remember next being tied up.” Michiru's hand
went up to her neck. “I remember organ music....then Eudial was
laughing...and she was in front of Sailor Uranus, my partner. She
shot Uranus, over and over, with guns that were installed into the
side panels of the church. And...then told her.....she would extract
the talisman from my body. But first...she would extract the
one that was held in Uranus' body.”
She shook her head. Uranus was there,
as vivid as Takeshi, her body riddled with injuries as Eudial aimed
her heart extractor at Uranus' heart. The words that Eudial spoke,
stating that there was no hope for Uranus to survive the shot.
“I lost it. I had to save her.”
Michiru's voice lowered, anger evinced in her voice as she remembered
how desperately she wanted to save her beloved friend. “Those
guns shot me, even more than they shot Uranus, until they had all run
out of ammunition. But even then, I wouldn't give up. I wouldn't let
that woman take Haruka!”
At this, her fists hit the side of the
cage, where they were nicked by the sides of the nails once more. But
Michiru didn't care. The more she thought of Haruka, of Uranus, the
angrier she got. The angrier she got, the guiltier she felt about
Takeshi, about Haruka.
But not about herself.
“And that's when Eudial shot me.”
Michiru clenched her teeth as more blood began to let out from the
fresh cuts, and she shook her head again. “I didn't see the
talisman, I admit, your Honor, but somehow, I could feel my
heart crystal change even as it was taken out of my body. That's when
I knew, but I didn't care; we had promised each other that sacrifice
was the only way to save the world. That's the truth.”
As she finished, she felt a cold chill
surround her body. Shivering violently, she looked up to the judge,
only to find that the judge had disappeared.
“The court is in recess!”
The bailiff's voice came out again. “The judge will be back in
a few moments.”
At this, the entire courtroom seemed to
let out a breath of relief. As if on cue, people began to talk
amongst themselves, discussing current events and plans for the
weekend. Things of the living world were mentioned, including sports
and politics, things that weren't considered within the realm of
hellish demons to know. There was the sounds of smacking lips as food
was brought out and eaten; there was even the smell of cigarettes
from the back row, though one look from the bailiff compelled the
smoker to put their stick out. Within seconds, the attitude of the
courtroom had become as relaxed as a salon; everyone was obviously
taking a break.
But not the Takamakis, who simply
looked on with disgust at the defendant. Certainly not the defendant,
who could now see the hell she was being condemned to much more
clearly.
There was more than just swords, iron
nails, and boiling oil in the Avici hell. Underneath the furnace,
which thousands were stuffed into, was a boiling hot copper platform.
It swung back and forth, pinning a soul to the wall while a giant
rock ground them here, flinging a soul into a field where chariots
quartered them there. That and more; tongues were ripped out, hearts
were dug out from their chambers, the skin was torn off, leaving the
muscles to be exposed to the heat.
My god.
The souls who did not land into an area
of punishment, but fell off the platform, fell thousands of feet into
a distant, thin slice of yellow light, their faces sliding down the
wall as they screamed. Michiru remembered well what happened; the
souls that fell off would land in flames so hot and so unholy that
they literally melted. Not merely melt, but disintegrate and cease to
exist.
...That's not me.
Michiru looked over at Takamaki and
shook her head. There were crimes Michiru knew she was guilty of.
Being determined, she was guilty. Being cold to others , dedicating
herself to a mission that risked lives, she was guilty of that too.
But Michiru felt in her heart that nothing she had ever done –
in her current and last lives – warranted the fate that
Takamaki was trying to foist on her.
I won't let it be me.
Michiru had decided to finally fight,
to use what strength she had left to beat off the Avici hell and her
fate. She clenched her fists and was ready to speak to the bailiff
when a burst of flame suddenly lit up the judge's chair.
“All rise!!”
The relaxation was cut off as the judge
reappeared. Hastily, the demons all stood, hoping that they were not
caught breaking the courtroom rules. Nevertheless, no matter how well
the cloaked figures tried to hide what they were doing, the judge
gave several in the crowd an extended glare before sitting down.
“You may be seated.” The
red-skinned officer looked at Michiru. “The judge will now
render his verdict.”
Michiru didn't respond. She was already
standing, and she was looking back at the judge as she waited for her
fate. Her fists clenched even more tightly as the minutes passed with
complete silence.
"Kaiou Michiru.”
Michiru's back stiffened as the judge finally addressed the court. "I
have reviewed the karmic records of everyone involved in this case as
you all spoke. I have also used the Mirror of Retribution to verify
your final moments of life, in regards to your story about the
talisman. Do you understand what I mean?"
“Yes.” For some reading,
Michiru could see the mirror – gold plated, the sea and the sea
green sign of Neptune flashing from within. “To look into one's
soul. To find weaknesses and crimes.”
“That is correct.” The
judge's cloak went down. “I saw a great deal of things.”
The judge stopped again, drinking in
the silence. Even the howls of the dead outside the courtroom seemed
muted.
“I saw the moment which you told
the court about, and as I watched I found your story to
be.....surprising.” The judge looked back up at the soldier.“I
saw the moment which has brought you here – your attack did
indeed end up killing Takamaki Takeshi. But alongside that, what I
saw in the Mirror of Retribution was a great deal of instances where
you could have dealt a victim death....but instead restored their
lives back to them, as you said you did. I saw what you had to fight,
and if my feelings are correct, we will be seeing many people come
here because you are not there to save them.”
“....Your Honor......”
“Also,” The judge held
their hand up. “Because you had stated your defense in a way I
could sympathize with, I was able to give you the benefit of the
doubt and overview all the instances of your chivalry as well as
Takamaki's death....including the instance where you tried to protect
your partner even at the cost of your own life."
Finishing their statement, the judge
suddenly snapped their fingers, which made a sound like clapping
thunder. The bailiff nodded, and stepped forward.
"Satan, unbind the
defendant."
"...What...?" Takomaki's eyes widened
as the cage swung open on its own accord and the bailiff grabbed
Michiru's bound wrists. "You...you're letting her go?!"
“Yes. It has been written that I
am clearing her of all the charges.” The judge pointed to the
bailiff again. “Use your power to cleanse the defendant's soul
of her injuries. She shall be returned to her body immediately to
resume her life.”
"You...you would give this sinner
a future in the living world?!” Takomaki's eyes began to fill
once more with tears. “After what she did to me and my son,
you're letting her go!?!"
"What she did to your
son is terrible, Takamaki-san. There is no argument. But the
defendant has made a compelling argument in her defense, has shown
conscience towards the act and convinced me of the complexity of the
situation," the judge sighed "Though murder is a heinous
crime, so to is being passive in times of crisis such as this.
Kaiou-san's actions will be marked on the karmic register and noted
as involuntary murder, but I cannot sentence to Avici hell someone
whose intent was and is not purely malicious.”
“Your Honor....!!”
“Placing the greater good of the
world before the good of an individual is not always a crime. This
girl's heart is obviously pure, as evinced by the appearance of a
talisman, and her intentions were noble from the start. She did not
realize that your son would die."
"Your
Honor!!"
"Also, I cannot condemn the defendant for
your death, Takomaki-san. You ultimately chose to commit suicide; the
defendant did not personally force you towards that act."
Michiru
took a deep breath as the shackles disappeared, even as she weighed
the words in her mind. As the shackles disappeared, so to did the
cuts from the thorns; the bloodied lines shrunk until they
disappeared from her wrists. Behind her, Takamaki wept, holding her
son tightly.
“Demon....!!” Takeshi
merely kept staring as his mother became hysterical towards the
green-haired girl. “You demon!! You bitch!! I won't let you get
away with this!!!”
“Takamaki-san!!” The judge
pointed their gavel at the pair. “You are dismissed!”
Without warning, a ring of flames
surrounded mother and son, engulfing them. Michiru turned to hear the
mother's screams as she dissipated into nothing, her soul transported
back to purgatory for her suicide. The last thing that could be seen
within the circle, the only thing Michiru ended up seeing, was
Takeshi's lifeless eyes, which seemed to gleam even after the rest of
his body had disappeared. They seemed to bore right through Michiru's
body, condemning her even as she was being exonerated.
Crossing her arms over her tattered
dress, Michiru could not stop staring at the spot even after the fire
died.
"As I was saying...Kaiou
Michiru shall be cleared of all charges. I advise, however, that the
defendant watch herself and search her conscience next time."
The red eyes flashed briefly at Michiru's turned head as the judge of
the netherworld spoke again. "This death was accidental, but the
taste of blood can be deadly no matter how it was acquired. You will
not be dealt with as leniently the next time you are accused of such
crimes as you stood trial for
today!"
"Pluto!"
"Talismans....."
"Wake...."
The
voices of the living suddenly echoed through Neptune's mind as the
gavel began to come down. The redness of the courtroom began to swim
in front of her eyes as she heard the cries of young girls, the cries
of fellow soldiers.
"Case dismissed!!"
Like a
peel of thunder, the gavel came down with a slam, and instantly the
ground rumbled. The earth seemed to open up in front of everyone, and
the screams of the damned filled Michiru's ears as she began to fall
into blackness, into the eternal darkness.
She closed her
eyes. This time, there was nothing under her feet to stop her.
Nothing to save
her....
"Neptune!!"
At the voice
Sailor Neptune's eyes opened up once more. There was was nothing,
then a soft, hazy light, then blue. Then, in front of her
materialized Uranus, staring in shock, and a new soldier whose name
and face she know but did not quite remember. Then there were the
other soldiers, their faces staring blankly at the scene before them.
Eudial in the background, gun in tow, shouting angrily. A gold-plated
mirror right in front of her eyes. Heart crystals floating in the
air.
The Holy Grail, shining brightly, lighting up the
darkness of the church.
"Neptune."
Neptune
could not help but shudder as she felt her heart crystal return to
her chest. The sound of the gavel on steel still echoed through her
ears, the dead eyes of Takamori Takeshi still stared at her. The
tortured wails of the damned, the admonishments of a dead mother, the
stares of the baby dragon still filled her heart with dread. Maggots
still crawled over her legs in that dark holding cell.
She was
exonerated by a court of law, but not by her own crawling
conscience.
fin