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Sailor Moon Fanfiction: Storm’s End

The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor filled the hospital room, a stark contrast to the battle-ravaged streets where Makoto Kino had collapsed just hours ago.

She lay in a stark white hospital bed, her green uniform replaced with a loose hospital gown, wires snaking across her chest, connected to machines monitoring every flicker of her heartbeat. She hated this. The stillness. The vulnerability. The helplessness.

A doctor stood beside her, flipping through her medical chart with a grim expression. Ami Mizuno—Sailor Mercury—stood at his side, arms crossed, concern deep in her blue eyes.

“I won’t sugarcoat it, Miss Kino,” the doctor finally said, looking at her over his glasses. “You suffered a significant cardiac event. The scans show signs of an underlying arrhythmia—one that may have gone undiagnosed due to your high physical endurance.”

Makoto frowned. “Arrhythmia?”

“A severe irregular heartbeat,” Ami explained, her voice quieter than usual. “It can cause sudden heart failure under extreme stress. Like battle.”

Makoto inhaled sharply. She already knew what they were going to say.

“You need to stay here,” the doctor continued. “We’ll monitor you, perform further tests, and determine the best treatment plan. But for now, no strenuous activity.”

Makoto forced a laugh. “No strenuous activity? Doc, I’m a Sailor Guardian.”

Ami’s expression darkened. “You almost died, Mako-chan.”

Silence settled over the room, heavy and suffocating. Makoto turned her head toward the window, watching the city skyline. Somewhere out there, evil still lurked. Her friends were out there, fighting.

And she was stuck here.

Meanwhile, in the abandoned industrial district, the air sizzled with energy as Sailor Moon and the others faced their latest enemy.

The creature—a monstrous figure cloaked in black armor, pulsating with dark energy—stood unshaken amid the battlefield. Every attack they launched barely scratched him.

“Moon Tiara—” Usagi hurled the golden disk—

A flick of the enemy’s hand sent it flying back, nearly striking her in the face.

“We’re getting nowhere!” Minako panted, her uniform tattered. “This thing’s too strong!”

“We just have to keep trying!” Rei shouted, her hands glowing with fire. “Burning Mandala!”

Flames spiraled toward the creature—only to be absorbed into its swirling darkness.

Rei’s eyes widened. “No way…”

Then, in an instant, it struck back.

A tendril of dark energy lashed out, slamming into Usagi and sending her crashing into a concrete pillar.

Sailor Moon groaned, struggling to sit up.

Ami gritted her teeth. “We can’t win like this…”

A bitter truth settled in. Without Jupiter, they were weaker. Unbalanced. Incomplete.

And they were losing.

Makoto’s grip on her hospital blanket tightened as she listened to the news broadcast flickering on the small television in her room. Reports of destruction. Chaos. And no sign of victory.

Her team was struggling.

A sharp beep from the monitor reminded her of her condition, but she ignored it.

She threw the blanket aside.

The IV in her arm ripped free, sending a drop of blood onto the pristine white sheets. Ignoring the sting, she forced herself up, wobbling slightly. Every movement sent dull pain through her chest, but she pushed forward.

The moment her feet touched the cold floor, a nursecaught her wrist.

“Don’t,” she told her. “You can’t, leave your bed”

Makoto gave her a small, knowing smile. “I have to.”

And before the nurse could stop her, she transformed.

Electricity crackled around her, hospital equipment shorting out as she became Sailor Jupiter once more.

And then she was gone.

Lightning split the night sky as Sailor Jupiter landed in the battlefield with a deafening crash.

“Mako-chan!” Usagi cried, relief flooding her voice.

Jupiter straightened, her emerald eyes burning with determination. “You guys looked like you could use some help.”

No one had time to argue. The enemy lunged—

Jupiter raised her hands. The storm answered her call.

“Jupiter Oak Evolution!”

Hurricane-force winds and raw electricity tore through the air, slamming into the creature with earth-shaking force.

For the first time, it recoiled.

Minako gasped. “It’s working!”

Jupiter gritted her teeth, pushing more power into the attack. Energy surged through her, white-hot and all-consuming. She felt it—her heartbeat stuttering, struggling to keep up.

But she didn’t stop.

Another blast. Another hit. The enemy staggered—

And then, with a final, piercing scream—shattered into nothingness.

The battle was over.

But the price had yet to be paid.

Jupiter swayed.

The world tilted.

A sharp, agonizing spasm seized her chest.

Not now…

She clutched her uniform, gasping. The pain spread like wildfire. Her vision blurred—her knees gave way—

Then, darkness.

She collapsed.

Rei was the first to reach her.

“Mako-chan?” she gasped, flipping Jupiter onto her back.

Her face was pale. Her chest still.

Rei pressed trembling fingers to her neck.

Nothing.

“No, no, no—”

Ami’s scanner beeped violently. “Her heart stopped!”

A horrifying silence swallowed the battlefield.

Usagi’s breath hitched. “W-we can fix this, right?”

Rei ignored her. Her hands flew to Jupiter’s chest.

She laced her fingers together and pressed.

“Come on, come on—”

Her arms pistoned, forcing Jupiter’s lifeless body to move with every compression.

One, two, three, four…

Usagi sobbed. “Please, Mako-chan…”

Minako held Jupiter’s limp wrist, praying for a pulse that wasn’t there.

Ami knelt beside them, voice shaking. “Rei, keep going—I’ll breathe for her.”

Rei nodded, sweat dripping down her brow. Faster. Harder.

Ami tilted Jupiter’s head back, sealing her lips over hers, forcing air into her lungs.

Rei kept counting. Thirty.

Another breath.

Rei resumed.

Her hands ached. Her arms burned. But she refused to stop.

“Come on, Jupiter! Breathe!”

Nothing.

Minako’s hands clenched into fists. “No, dammit, she’s not—she’s not—”

Siren wails split the night. The ambulance screeched onto the battlefield, paramedics flooding out.

A man shoved Rei aside, cutting Jupiter’s uniform open further.

A defibrillator was pressed to her chest.

“Clear!”

Electricity jolted through her still body.

No response.

Again.

No response.

Rei covered her mouth as the medics lifted Jupiter onto a stretcher, still working, still fighting for her.

Ami’s lips quivered. “She’s—she’s still pulseless.”

The doors slammed shut. The ambulance sped off, sirens wailing into the night...

rough sketch

im planing to animate this one but since it's a bit "cleaner" it's gonna take me a while so have the sketch instead

Uh oh… I’ve collapsed onto the bed and it appears I have no pulse.

I think you need to start compressions…

It’s a good thing my chest is already exposed 😏

🌟 Happy Sunday 🌟

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who wants to be my doctor?

Mermaid Hunter's Lesson

The ocean’s depths concealed a multitude of secrets. Among them, a group of enchanting mermaids. Their iridescent tails shimmered in the oceanic twilight, drawing attention away from their fleshy halves.

Hiding amidst a city that looks like underwater ruins, they lived their lives in harmony for the most part. However, their tranquility was being threatened by an unexpected hunter— a researcher’s lapdog named Elina. Her lean and athletic form trained by years in the ocean, despite not being native, she was a force to be reckoned with.

On this day, the hunter was hot on the mermaids’ trail; the propellers attached to her back like wings pushing her through the aquatic labyrinth swiftly. Despite lacking fins, she was fast and agile, imposing a game of cat and mouse upon the inhabitants of the sea with her dart gun.

However, the chase had taken a toll on the mermaids, who tried as hard as they could to defend themselves by pretending to not exist. Among the mermaids was Seraphina, a mermaid with long, flowing, purple hair. The most daring of them all, a protector of her people. Her emerald eyes reflected a plan, honing in on the two clasps holding the helmet in place. She moved with the stealth and grace of a marine predator as she approached the hunter from behind. With a swift motion, Seraphina reached out and sliced at the straps of the clasps with her clawed fingernails, then tore the helmet from the woman’s head.

A gush of tiny bubbles erupted around them as the woman gasped in surprise. Her world was muted, the hum of her suit’s engine and her own steady breathing replaced by the solemn, haunting quiet of the deep ocean around her head. Panic blossomed on her face while her blonde hair spread out in the water, her eyes widened as the realization set in. She attempted to ascend, to break free from the depths and gulp down the sweet, saving air from above.

But the mermaids rushed to her. One of them, a lithe creature with a tail as purple as twilight, shot forward and held the woman’s arms behind her in an embrace as intimate as it was malicious. The hunter struggled, her desperate thrashes echoing silent turmoil into the sea. The mermaid’s strong arms bound her.

Another mermaid swam forward, her dark eyes meeting the woman’s. Her slender fingers reached toward the zipper of Elina's swimming suit, it yielded to her pull. The fabric parted, revealing the bare skin underneath.

The contour of the hunter's ribs, the curve of her breasts, the subtle play of muscles under the skin. The hunter's chest was heaving, a futile attempt to draw breath from a source that no longer existed.

The mermaid reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of her captive's body. Her face was expressionless, her eyes absorbing every detail, every nuance. It was as if the creature could see Elina's lungs clinging desperately to the precious air that remained trapped within, huddling to the warmth of her pounding heart. The mermaid's arms wrapped around the hunter, pressing their bodies together. Elina could feel the strong beat of the mermaid’s heart against her chest as a dark plan expressed itself in her eyes. She could see a terrifying, meticulous thought brewing but she was helpless to do anything other than find out in its unfolding.

And then, the final act of their underwater ballet commenced. The mermaid leaned in closer, her mouth covering the woman’s with an unsettling tenderness, tongue slipping between her clenched teeth. A gasp, a struggle, but it was futile. The mermaid’s gills billowed, and she began to pull, to drain the very life-giving air from Elina’s lungs. It was a violation unlike anything she had ever experienced, a theft of the very essence of life itself. The mermaid’s eyes remained open, watching her face as it contorted in desperation and agony. There was no malice in her gaze, only an intense study and a dark satisfaction. The hunter’s lungs contracted, the vacuum increasing with each passing moment, a relentless force that seemed to reach into her very soul.

Those gentle arms squeezed around her chest, tens of the creatures gathered around to watch her slow and deliberate torment. It was as if the mermaid was tasting her fear, savoring her suffering, getting back at her for every moment she spent in the ocean. A vast emptiness that spread through her body, consuming her from the inside.

Elina felt her body give in, her futile struggles becoming slow and heavy as a flurry of bubbles stolen from her lungs passed through the creature's gills and drifted toward the surface. Her vision blurred, her thoughts scattered, her very existence narrowing down to the sensation of the mermaid’s mouth on hers, her helpless little heart’s frantic march towards oblivion into the arms of an unforgiving creature, and in the presence of many more. The hunter’s world dimmed to blackness for a moment... Then the feeling of those cruel, uncaring lips returned. As if the punishment had continued in the afterlife... they felt more vivid. The pressure on her chest felt rhythmic and forceful, then gentle, as if a head was placed upon her chest... then it all disappeared. A sudden return to consciousness was violent, filled with confusion and disorientation. Elina’s lungs spasmed, a relentless cough forcing water from her system as she heaved on the shore. Her mind was a tumultuous whirlpool, unable to grasp the reality of her survival.

The water around her legs receded with each wave. Her eyes, clouded with pain and disbelief, sought to make sense of her surroundings. The feeling of sand under her hands and the salty sting of the sea breeze seemed surreal.

A movement in the sand caught her eye, a shadow darting towards the ocean. But it was gone before she could focus, leaving her only with the haunting sound of retreating waves. An uncanny chill crawled up her spine, a realization that something inexplicable had occurred, something far beyond her comprehension.

She staggered to her feet, her body aching and her mind foggy. Something felt different, a sharp stinging of her abdomen. Glancing down, she gasped at the sight of her belly. There, etched in raw, reddened flesh, were words that sent a jolt of terror through her very soul: “Stay out.”

The meaning was clear, a warning. A message from the depths, from the creatures she had sought to hunt.

As Elina staggered away from the beach, her mind replayed the horrifying experience, the faces of the mermaids etched into her nightmares.

She heeded the warning. The ocean, once a realm of fascination and conquest, had become a forbidden territory.