WHENEVER, WHEREVER
Dedication: 'Whenever, Wherever' is dedicated to the talented author, Cloud van Dyk. I forever hold her in my mind and heart. Ti amo my one and only. 3
Disclaimer: The characters of 'Haruka Tenoh' and 'Michiru Kaoih' are taken from the Japanese anime series 'Sailor Moon', created by Takeuchi Naoko. In no way do I claim to hold the rights to either of these characters. 'Whenever, Wherever' is intended as a source of textual entertainment for Sailor Moon fans and as a reflection of the love I share for the anime series and the beautiful couple; Haruka and Michiru.
Warning: 'Blood and Tears' incorporates a scene of physical violence and course language. For some sensitive readers, this may be viewed as shocking and/or trigger unwarranted emotions. If this is the case, please do not read this chapter.
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CHAPTER ONE - Blood and Tears
"Tell it to me again bitch!"
Like the lightning-fast strike of a cobra, he coiled his hand back and snapped it forward, slapping the small woman hard across the face. The blow sent her reeling backwards, desperately clutching her right cheek and whimpering in pain. Seconds later, blood seeped through her snow-white fingers as a wound became obvious, running diagonally across her cheek. Meanwhile, the large and burly man responsible, narrowed his gaze and fingered a large, ruby ring on his left hand.
"I… I… I'm sorry Armand!" the young woman cried out, tears welling in her eyes. "Armand I…"
"When were you going to tell me about this?! After we got married you little smart-ass?!" Armand snarled, taking a few steps towards the cowering figure and simultaneously clenching both of his hands into tight fists.
"Please Armand… I only found… out today! I… I swear! I didn't… why I didn't even know myself!" the young woman choked out between her tears and hiccups.
"LIAR!"
Armand lunged forward and roughly grabbed the woman's blouse collar, dragging her towards him as she screamed hysterically. In the process, the small woman knocked over a vase of red roses with her flailing arms, sending it crashing to the floor.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do with you now, huh?! Come on! TELL ME!!! You've fucken screwed me over, and not just me… but my bloody reputation! You've made me the laughing stock of all the high, fucken, officials of Tokyo. You whore!!!" Armand yelled, shaking the young woman for emphasis, as though she was nothing more than a rag doll.
"I'm s-so-sorry" the young woman stuttered.
"Good for absolutely nothing ya are! Do you hear me?! ANSWER ME!!! Why I'll fucken kill you right now for what you've done!!!"
"WAIT! I'll… a-a-dopt!!! I… I could… no I mean… WE could… we could adopt!" the young woman hastily blurted out as she saw Armand pull his hand back.
Armand's fist froze in mid-air and his grasp around the smaller woman's collar noticeably lessened.
Silence ensued. Apart from the young woman's ragged breaths and sniffles interrupting at irregular intervals.
"What did you just say?" Armand asked, his voice dangerously low and his eyes glowing menacingly from the dim light of a hanging candelabrum.
"We… could adopt…" the young woman repeated, swallowing hard.
Another uncomfortable silence followed and then laughter erupted as Armand broke into a hollow chuckle. The young woman watched Armand through the corners of her eyes, confusion sweeping across her bloodied face.
"Armand?" the young woman whispered hesitantly.
Still, Armand continued to laugh…
"Armand…" the woman repeated.
More insane laughter…
"Armand… please… what's so funny about adopti…"
But the small woman never got to finish her sentence as Armand swerved on his heels faster than the human eye could witness and shoved the woman backwards. She slammed into the wall behind her with a dull thud, her head knocking a glass wall-lamp with such a force, that it shattered into millions of small shards and rained down upon her head and face.
The young woman leaned against the wall weakly for a moment. Blood stinging her eyes as she glanced up once more, into the eyes of her lover. His steely-cold gaze met her own, without the smallest hint of remorse. Instead, a haunting smile crept onto his lips and remained frozen in place as the woman's eyes fluttered shut. Then, her seemingly lifeless body began to slide down against the wall, leaving a bloody trail against the beige wallpaper. She landed on her knees and subsequently, face down onto the carpet in one fluent movement.
Then, all was still.
Armand stood frozen in place as he surveyed the scene before him. The twisted smile still lingering on his lips as blood began to pool next to the body of the young woman lying on the carpet.
"Don't ever try to pull one over me you… worthless… woman." Armand spat as he slowly turned around and made his way towards the front door.
"And don't… ever… try to deny a man the right to have one of his own blood- and-flesh sons…" Armand continued, as he opened the front door to the apartment and stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. Then with one last glance into the dark room behind him, Armand muttered softly to himself.
"Sweet dreams my beloved Michiru..."
Dedication: 'Whenever, Wherever' is dedicated to the talented author, Cloud van Dyk. I forever hold her in my mind and heart. Ti amo my one and only. 3
Disclaimer: The characters of 'Haruka Tenoh' and 'Michiru Kaoih' are taken from the Japanese anime series 'Sailor Moon', created by Takeuchi Naoko. In no way do I claim to hold the rights to either of these characters. 'Whenever, Wherever' is intended as a source of textual entertainment for Sailor Moon fans and as a reflection of the love I share for the anime series and the beautiful couple; Haruka and Michiru.
Warning: 'Blood and Tears' incorporates a scene of physical violence and course language. For some sensitive readers, this may be viewed as shocking and/or trigger unwarranted emotions. If this is the case, please do not read this chapter.
*****
CHAPTER ONE - Blood and Tears
"Tell it to me again bitch!"
Like the lightning-fast strike of a cobra, he coiled his hand back and snapped it forward, slapping the small woman hard across the face. The blow sent her reeling backwards, desperately clutching her right cheek and whimpering in pain. Seconds later, blood seeped through her snow-white fingers as a wound became obvious, running diagonally across her cheek. Meanwhile, the large and burly man responsible, narrowed his gaze and fingered a large, ruby ring on his left hand.
"I… I… I'm sorry Armand!" the young woman cried out, tears welling in her eyes. "Armand I…"
"When were you going to tell me about this?! After we got married you little smart-ass?!" Armand snarled, taking a few steps towards the cowering figure and simultaneously clenching both of his hands into tight fists.
"Please Armand… I only found… out today! I… I swear! I didn't… why I didn't even know myself!" the young woman choked out between her tears and hiccups.
"LIAR!"
Armand lunged forward and roughly grabbed the woman's blouse collar, dragging her towards him as she screamed hysterically. In the process, the small woman knocked over a vase of red roses with her flailing arms, sending it crashing to the floor.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do with you now, huh?! Come on! TELL ME!!! You've fucken screwed me over, and not just me… but my bloody reputation! You've made me the laughing stock of all the high, fucken, officials of Tokyo. You whore!!!" Armand yelled, shaking the young woman for emphasis, as though she was nothing more than a rag doll.
"I'm s-so-sorry" the young woman stuttered.
"Good for absolutely nothing ya are! Do you hear me?! ANSWER ME!!! Why I'll fucken kill you right now for what you've done!!!"
"WAIT! I'll… a-a-dopt!!! I… I could… no I mean… WE could… we could adopt!" the young woman hastily blurted out as she saw Armand pull his hand back.
Armand's fist froze in mid-air and his grasp around the smaller woman's collar noticeably lessened.
Silence ensued. Apart from the young woman's ragged breaths and sniffles interrupting at irregular intervals.
"What did you just say?" Armand asked, his voice dangerously low and his eyes glowing menacingly from the dim light of a hanging candelabrum.
"We… could adopt…" the young woman repeated, swallowing hard.
Another uncomfortable silence followed and then laughter erupted as Armand broke into a hollow chuckle. The young woman watched Armand through the corners of her eyes, confusion sweeping across her bloodied face.
"Armand?" the young woman whispered hesitantly.
Still, Armand continued to laugh…
"Armand…" the woman repeated.
More insane laughter…
"Armand… please… what's so funny about adopti…"
But the small woman never got to finish her sentence as Armand swerved on his heels faster than the human eye could witness and shoved the woman backwards. She slammed into the wall behind her with a dull thud, her head knocking a glass wall-lamp with such a force, that it shattered into millions of small shards and rained down upon her head and face.
The young woman leaned against the wall weakly for a moment. Blood stinging her eyes as she glanced up once more, into the eyes of her lover. His steely-cold gaze met her own, without the smallest hint of remorse. Instead, a haunting smile crept onto his lips and remained frozen in place as the woman's eyes fluttered shut. Then, her seemingly lifeless body began to slide down against the wall, leaving a bloody trail against the beige wallpaper. She landed on her knees and subsequently, face down onto the carpet in one fluent movement.
Then, all was still.
Armand stood frozen in place as he surveyed the scene before him. The twisted smile still lingering on his lips as blood began to pool next to the body of the young woman lying on the carpet.
"Don't ever try to pull one over me you… worthless… woman." Armand spat as he slowly turned around and made his way towards the front door.
"And don't… ever… try to deny a man the right to have one of his own blood- and-flesh sons…" Armand continued, as he opened the front door to the apartment and stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. Then with one last glance into the dark room behind him, Armand muttered softly to himself.
"Sweet dreams my beloved Michiru..."