When It All Falls Apart
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A man once told me a long time ago, that destruction is caused by those who act on hatred. Even those who only act on orders--if a soldier were to kill a criminal--he would do it because even he felt the slightest bit of hatred towards the criminal, whether or not personal feelings were involved.
That man...if there were any kind words to describe him...I would have to say he was honest. You could trust in him to act on his words. Unfortunately, that didn't mean he was a good man. His words were cruel, and his actions spoke louder than his words.
"Never wait for me," He would say. He knew if he left--if he died--I would get over him with time. Time could heal. A scrape would go away in a few days, but heartbreak took a bit longer.
It took me years.
You know, I thought that when he died I would just go along with him. I don't know if I had considered it suicide, or that perhaps the pain I had felt in my heart was enough to kill me. My friends would force me out of the house, make me eat, make me go to the doctor.
That stupid doctor.
Four long years with that stupid doctor, the one who said I should be watched. Was the love of my life dying really that big a deal? I never said anything about it, I swore to myself that I wouldn't speak of him to anyone with a pen and pad in their hands. Apparently my silence was like screaming my pain to him.
Idiot.
Why did Endymion have to die?
No, why did Mamo-chan have to die?
He had let himself die. The fool had thrown his life away, just for my happiness. Why was I so selfish? Why did I want to be alone so badly? Being alone isn't fun, and its not nice either. Maybe its because of what Crooked once said to me.
"Live your own life, Blondie. God can't make your decisions for you." He said. Crooked didn't believe in God. But even so, he had been right. God watches over us, and guides us when needed. But he couldn't really tell us exactly what to do. When we made the wrong choice, He just gave us another chance.
"The way things are," I whispered in the dark. Nobody's around to hear me anyway. If they did they'd probably go off and gossip about how I was positively psychotic.
But I'm not.
I'm perfectly fine...at least, I am now.
People are good at changing their minds. One morning, I think I woke up and decided; I don't love him anymore. I mean, sure I love him, but not in the way I had. I miss him at times, but I'll probably see him again someday. He did say that I shouldn't wait for him. I can live my life without feeling guilty that I was too afraid to follow him.
I once lied to him.
I remember that day well, we had been at Crown.
"Mamo-chan, I want us to always be together...rain or shine, you know?"
Mamoru shook his head and laughed, "Even if the rain has big, scary, thunder and lightning?" I had nodded my head rigorously, almost falling off of my chair, "Especially if there's big scary thunder and lightning!"
I had stirred my milkshake, "It'll be like that phrase, mi casa es su casa! If you fall, I fall. If you die first, I'll come right after you!"
"Oh, Usako, don't go talking like that! I couldn't bare the thought of you dying because of me!"
"Well that's how it's going to be, Mamo-chan!"
"Whatever you say, Usako, whatever you say..."
"Mi casa es su casa," what was that, Spanish or Italian? Most of the words meant the same thing, so maybe it didn't really matter. I shouldn't bother to care about things that don't really matter. I used to do that all the time, like that stupid cat that I rescued, or worry that my grades would get me locked out of the house..
Well, my grades did get me locked out of the house, but it didn't take me long to figure out that I didn't have to put up with that crap from my parents. I decided to leave, so what if I wasn't smart like Ami-chan or clever like Rei-chan? If they wanted some smart kid they could bust Shingo's chops for all I care.
They'd begged me to stay.
I'm not that stupid, I'd end up moving out sooner or later, I didn't want my mom going on about how I was stupid everyday, that I was lazy and incapable of doing any sort of domestic work. My dad going on about how graceful and beautiful his co-workers daughters were, how I should take up the camera and pen like he had.
Aspirations, aspirations.
What was wrong with just wanting to get married and stay at home? It was easier than college, simpler than a real job. Of course, there was always the object of children. Now that would've been a chore...
I had been a coward.
I needed to grow up. Mamoru knew that, he really knew that. To the point where I shouldn't have to become a queen and laze around with loyal subjects to do my bidding. He left so I would have to work. So I would become responsible, humble, and maybe unspoiled.
An adult.
At least, thats how some put it. But being an adult didn't mean you weren't picky or spoiled. It just meant you could become pickier, brattier, and more greedy because you could make more choices, more mistakes and nobody to call you out on it since it was your life.
I must not have a very long attention span. I tend to skip from thought to thought, daydreaming about different things at different times. Daydreams weren't just when you were too lazy to pay attention in class--dreaming of cute boys and eating chocolate--you could spend hours thinking out how to use your time left in the day.
Now where was I? I started rambling about so many things. Sometimes I daydream too much--to the point where I get my thoughts all mixed up--but it's nice, being able to sink back into my mind and keep away from all of those people.
Oh yes, the news was doing another report on that really rich young man, probably going on about how he was such a handsome bachelor who should get married or something. There had been something else though, they had spoken of gundams.
Stupid machines.
One had once fallen onto my old apartment complex. It took hours to clean my bedroom up. It felt like ages ago that that had happened, indeed it had been a few years since the last eve war, but I guess I can't forgive the pilot for breaking my home until he apologizes to me personally. He better do it soon, because I've been waiting for almost five whole years for him to come around and I am not a very patient person.
I think it was the gundam with that big dragon claw, or maybe the big white one with that whip...
"Mr. Winner was last seen at the ESUN's Annual Serenity Ball, which was held last week, on his arm the lovely young Rei Hino, whose latest movie has been a top at the box office for the last three weeks..."
I wonder if that means it was good? Maybe I'll go see it some time.
I never knew she wanted to act. That had seemed more like something Mina-chan was interested in. Oh well, I guess I shouldn't care, since I'd rather have Minako here than Rei--she would just yell and scream at me for being a complete idiot because I refused Motoki-kun's proposal. He only did it because he felt sorry for me anyway.
I can't help but think; how had we all gone our own ways like this? Its like I'm living in a parallel universe where everything is different, but the same. After Mamoru had passed on things had changed. What about being reborn? Would all of this go back to the way it had been before--would we be the senshi once again protecting the universe--would Mamoru and I be together?
Destiny, the name had been pretty--not overly so--but just nice to hear; but now its just a mocking chant that I used to hear all the time. My life had been decided when we had been reborn here on earth, but then Mamoru left. What was it now? Do I still have a purpose; without him?
There was that old t.v. show, what was it called?
"Please Save My Earth," I said aloud, wondering if the walls of my home would hear me. Probably not, they aren't very smart.
According to the writers, when you commit suicide you aren't reborn, you just have to wait until your time to leave comes. If you aren't patient then there's no hope of seeing all your old friends in the next life. Maybe Mamoru knew that.
Maybe that's why he commited suicide.
Perchance he didn't want to be with me for all eternity. A person could get boring after a while. That coward. He was running from his pre-destined life, so where did that leave me? What was in my future? What was that ringing in my head?
"Oh, the phone..." I snapped out of my reverie, setting my gaze on the phone, it shook slightly on it's hook. Sighing, I guess that talking to whoever is on the other end will be less agitating than listening to that constant bring! bring! the cordless contraption makes.
"Intimate Fantasies, how can I assist you in your pleasures?" I spoke in monotone, covering my mouth to keep from laughing. It was actually quite amusing when I did this, some people were actually stupid enough to hang up or think they had the wrong number. But once in a while a little smartypants wouldn't find it such a scream.
"Usagi," came the cold voice of my boss, probably wondering why I hadn't shown up for work this past week.
"Oh, Mr. Maxwell...whats up?" I asked weakly, dropping my hand from my mouth. I was in big trouble.
"I surmise you have a new job, Intimate Fantasies? That would explain why you haven't bothered to show up for your old job."
"Oh, no, thats just a joke, sir..." crap. It wasn't like I had been deathly ill or anything, my alarm clock had busted and I was afraid of locking myself out of the apartment...again...usually because I forget to bring my keys with me.
But Duo Maxwell would find that to be nothing but an excuse. Which it kind of was, I wasn't completely broke, so buying a new alarm clock wouldn't be such a big deal. The job wasn't that great anyway.
"Thats too bad Tsukino," Mr. Maxwell had a habit of calling people he didn't like by their last name. He'd always called me Tsukino, at least when he knew my name, before he did he just called me Dummy Dumplings. Like it was really a funny joke; I don't think so, his humor is a little too dry for me. He droned on a bit more, like I actually cared that I was about to get fired.
"Because you're going to need one now. What I don't need is another headache from you. You're always late, you always spill your coffee on my desk somehow, and I prefer having workers with a brain that functions completely."
"Now thats all wrong--I don't drink coffee, that was hot cocoa--but I'm not always late, and just because you're all prejudice against blondes doesn't mean that its true! My brain works fine--maybe I don't like having to work for someone who always has their nose stuck up in the air! Or, or--who has no taste when it comes to dressing himself for work parties--and is downright mean!"
Take that, Mr. Maxwell. I smirked to myself, then wondered why he didn't yell back with some demeaning, yet cunning reply.
The line was dead.
Stupid Maxwell. I slammed down the phone. I think I would've prefered to hear it ring than talk to him. I really need caller i.d. Maybe a job too. I wonder if Intimate Fantasies is real; not that I'd really get a job there--the name is more than enough to keep me away. Stupid phone. I wonder at what point he had hung up.
At least I still had my sense of humor intact, which is more than I can say for Maxwell. I don't really like him, and since he's not my boss anymore I can call him whatever I want.
But what was clever enough to describe this egotistical, self-centered, poignant, cold-hearted, sadistic, stupid, out-and-out meanie?
--+--
"Bastard," Hiiro muttered under his breath. His eyes on the television set in front of him. The large plasma screen seemingly chuckling softly under the slightly fuzzy sighs of the sound system. Martinez probably screwing up his satelite connection on the roof. He almost laughed aloud, then wondered why he hadn't. There was noone else in the room and he had fired his nosy secretary weeks ago.
Dummy Dumplings, he used to call her. She was to say; blonde, petite--rather huffy in the early morning hours--and very cute. He had a lot of fun stirring up her anger. He glanced at the end of his desk. She liked to sit there, watching the news with him when work was slow. But not today...and it was quite a wonder; how come he hadn't hired a new secretary yet? Perhaps Martinez hadn't hit the paper with the job opening yet.
Why was Quatre getting all of this publicity all of a sudden?
That skanky newslady--as Tsukino liked to call her--kept bringing him up in her reports. But so were many of the other news channels. His latest work, his parties ("As if we're so unimportant that he can't invite us!" Tsukino would chime), that aspiring young actress he'd been dating for the last few months.
'Maybe he's trying to get certain someones' attention...' he thought. It would make sense, after all, Quatre had always been the one to keep them together during the Eve wars. An unofficial leader of sorts.
It had been Quatre all over the building homes on the other planets controversy. He had been against it, and that pretty new girlfriend of his had argued with him, even declaring that the moon base should be destroyed.
She was pretty smart, for an actress.
He narrowed his eyes as the screen switched to Quatre and the actress' smiling faces. What was her name?
"Rei-chan..." Dummy Dumplings sighed softly, when the first announcement of their relationship came on international television.
"What was that, Tsukino?"
"Oh, nothing..." she muttered, not looking at him, "That's Rei Hino, she's...famous."
Hiiro wondered why she had acted that way, gazing at the screen sadly as the young brunette signed some teenybopper's arm.
He looked through his mail, the last envelope he came upon was thick, and written with black calligraphy ink. It was made of a heavier material than his bills and junk mail. He noticed the return address, the name reading 'Quatre Raberba Winner' in fine cursive. His eyebrows rose, and instantly his thoughts flew to Tsukino again; how she would huff about Mr. Winner's parties.
"The discussion about whether or not our colonies may be moved to the planets is still in a great uproar. The many pacifists and aristocrats are in a heated debate about the ordeal, rumors saying that threats are being thrown around by rebel groups. Even the lovely young actress Rei Hino has been sighted at these meetings on the arm of Quatre Winner, CEO of Winner Corp. with her own ideals about the topic. More to come within the hour, I'm--"
Hiiro muted the channel. What actress was interested in politics? He blinked, taking a swig of his coffee. He spit it back into the cup, grimacing. It was hot cocoa. He snorted, setting the mug down. Tsukino must've fixed up a switcharoo, the coffee tin no longer filled with ground coffee beans. He sighed, that girl...
'Why do I think about her so much?' he frowned. So maybe he missed having her around a little bit. An idea formed in his head, as he glanced at the letter--the invitation--from Quatre. He grabbed his phone, he couldn't have Tsukino distracting him when she wasn't even here!
It rang in his ear, the click of someone picking up the phone on the other end, creating a bit of static.
Hiiro spoke into the phone before whoever on the other end even opened their mouth,
"Intimate Fantasies?"
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"The town where everyone sleeps,
If I walk with nothing on my mind,
I can see it
Buried under the advancing crowd,
Is my trembling heart,
"Why me?" Usagi glared at the floor-length mirror in front of her. She stuck her tongue out at the gray dress she held up, throwing it onto her bed in disdain. Words leaked from her old radio.
"Too boring," she said to her closet. Her closet agreed, one of it's doors swinging open for her to enter.
Usagi smirked, Crooked had come up with the strangest contraption for her. Automatic closet doors. What would he think of next?
She held up an old set of long once-white gloves, the feathered ends dirty and frayed. She grabbed a trash bag and threw them in. The young woman picked out a few more dressy outfits, hoping that this ritual wouldn't last much longer. She had other things to do! More important things to do.
Usagi scolded herself inwardly. What was more important than going to one of the biggest social bashes of the year?
Raison d'etre, in that way
Raison d'etre, in the same way
Smile, fall silent
Why do my emotions sway?
I'm looking for a key
I've always been looking
I can't see it anywhere
Where is key to that door..
"Why me?" she asked a rather hideous green blouse that Minako had given to her a few Christmases ago. It answered by going into the trash bag. The blonde had given it to her as a joke, so getting rid of it now was quite appropriate.
Talking to inanimate objects wasn't considered normal, Usagi had once been told. Actually, she'd been told so many times. But that didn't really stop her. Besides, she needed to talk to something otherwise she would go crazy! And she wasn't crazy...yet. Apparently unemployment worked for Usagi, she had a little in savings--then there was her old college funds. Her parents had been good for something. Not to mention Minako had finally decided to start paying her friend the money she owed.
It also helped that she now lived on Ramen noodles.
Unfortunately that meant Minako was working a lot more, so Usagi had to keep herself entertained somehow. Usagi threw the rest of clothes onto her bed--which was a mountain of cotton and polyester. She looked at herself, spinning around and posing. She caught sight of a small red choker sticking out of her jewelry box. Curious, she pulled it out, looking at the middle, she remembered a little yellow moon sitting in the middle. It had been torn off, a small clearish spot showing where it had once been glued on. She reached for the trash bag.
I hesitate to continue in this deep labyrinth
The cloudy lenses could brighten
"You've changed, girl," was it unemployment? There was no stress from work anymore. Now all she needed to worry about was cleaning the apartment and the party. The ball.
"That stupid bastard," Usagi growled, leaving her room. Duo Maxwell was the only person she could really say she hated to some extent. He had called her up out of the blue, mocking her. He was like some kid from that Chocolate Factory movie. As if he was screaming about a golden ticket into the phone.
He'd gotten an invitation from Quatre Winner for a huge party that was to be held in the Azabu district of the Minato Ward in Tokyo. (Where all those filthy-rich people lived, of course) His girlfriend, Rei Hino's--Usagi had shuddered when Maxwell had mentioned her name--birthday was coming up, and on the 17th she was to be twenty-two.
Thats right, Rei-chan's birthday was on April 17th. Usagi had forgotten. Was she expected to bring a gift? It had been so long since she'd last seen the young woman. Rei's taste might have changed since her last birthday they'd spent together. Her 16th birthday. They hadn't split on very good terms...
"You really don't get why Mamoru killed himself!?" Rei screamed, she and Usagi stood in Usagi's living room, "Are you really that stupid?! Its so obvious--who would want to spend the rest of eternity with you!?"
Usagi shook her head, frowning. Rei had been jealous.
Raison d'etre, in that way
Raison d'etre, in the same way
Smile, fall silent
Why do my emotions sway?
I'm looking for a key
I've always been looking
I can't see it anywhere"
"Bastard," Usagi muttered. It was all Duo's fault! She wouldn't have to worry about all this crap if he had never asked her to go with him! "I really need to learn to say no," she sighed, rubbing her left temple. She tossed a pair of red knee-length boots into the trash bag.
--+--
"God, I'm hungry." Usagi said. She was talking to God. "You gave your little servants food and stuff, right? If you give me food I'll be good! I'll...preach and stuff!"
She wasn't quite sure what she would preach, but she would figure that out later. Right now, she needed the bloodsugar! You see, a month into unemployment--she was actually just too lazy to go out and look for a job that had nothing to do with fast food; she refused to stoop so low, even though she knew some people enjoyed that line of work--her funds were running low in the food budget. She had to save everything else for utility junk.
Even Ramen noodles cost more than she could afford.
When Minako had asked about her predicament, she had lied, saying she needed to lose weight to fit into her gown.
Her gown.
She had a gown.
"Oh, and God? Thanks for letting us create credit cards," she always remembered to thank him for everything. Well, almost everything. Her crappy parents didn't count.
After a quick 'Amen,' she got off her knees, stepping into her closet to admire the dress. The expensive dress. She silently thanked God for credit cards again.
Duo had called a couple days ago, saying he'd rented a black limousine for the occasion. They would ride in style--and he had remembered to brag about his black smoking jacket, and how he hadn't bought it on sale.
She remembered thanking him. Not in a sarcastic way, like she usually did, but sincerely.
She thanked God for Duo Maxwell. On this phone call he had apologized for not mentioning earlier that the party was black tie. She had turned red over the phone, embarassed by the fact that she didn't know what that meant. She stayed silent for five minutes, then popped out of her little reverie, asking Duo if he was still there. He had patiently waited for her reply, since he needed to know if her gown matched his outfit. So she reluctantly explained that she had no gown, no money, and no idea what 'black tie' was. She gulped, wondering if he would take back the invitation, he could find another date.
Another date.
Sure, at first she wanted to grill his head on her stovetop, but then the whole thing came into focus. She was going to an amazing party. She was going to see Rei. This had made her quite...exuberant. She wanted to go. She really wanted to go. She was pathetic enough to tell him. She even asked if he would still go with her. She would regret these words later, but right now she didn't have the time. Or pride.
"I hope you like to shop," had been all he'd said to her. They then planned to meet up at the Meiji-Jingumae Station, and take it to Shibuya-ku. Duo figured they could stop by Ralph Lauren's, since it was actually where he'd gotten his tuxedo.
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So off they went the next day--Saturday. The ball was in a week. It wasn't really a ball, Duo explained, but they called it one anyway--even though the dress was semiformal. Usagi had shrugged it off, a little bummed that it meant she didn't have to wear a big poofy dress.
A saleswoman, or whatever they were called, came up to them, eyeing Usagi's childish outfit--an untailored jean skirt, yellow baby tee, and matching flip flops. Duo glared at her, telling her to back off. He secretly thought that Ralph Lauren must've been smart enough to hire only smart people to work for him as she walked away.
The Celeste Silk Dress. This item was from the Ralph Lauren Collection, and gorgeous. Usagi wondered if it was formal enough. Duo thought it was too formal. Usagi wanted to try it on. She begged him to let her. He pushed back his short dark locks, sighing heavily.
"Go ahead,"
She pounced off happily. He remembered that weird little walk she had, it was the walk of a little girl, with a little bit of woman. He blinked, mentally laughing at his choice of words. He glanced around the store, looking to find something that would better suit Usagi. The black gown she was trying wasn't her at all, he knew. He hoped she did too. For his sake--he didn't want the little moron on his arm looking like some rich wannabe-groupie or something of the like.
Fifteen minutes later she still hadn't come out.
He looked at his watch, rolling his eyes and strolling over to the dressing rooms.
"Tsukino?" he called, hearing several women squeak in surprise, he winced and walked quickly down the hall. Where men have never before gone...he heard the pitiful sound of somebody crying. Hiccups echoed down the hall. 'Tsukino," he said, staring at the door.
Her broken voice came, "Yeah?"
"Take it off,"
"I'm fat!"
"Take it off,"
"I can't!"
He rolled his eyes again, wondering if he should get one of the sales associates to handle this. He walked off, it wasn't really his business--even if he had been the one who invited her, dragged her down here, and let her put on a dress that probably made her look like a fat prostitute.
Sad thing was, he hadn't seen anyone who looked so skinny. Duo sighed, he figured how she ate--or didn't--wasn't his problem, and left the dressing area. He scanned the store, trying to find something that would look better on her. He walked up to a little white dress, it wasn't dressy, but it wasn't all that casual either. He shrugged, and lifted it up,
"Our Beryl dress," came a voice behind him. He turned to see a tall woman smiling at him. Thank goodness too, because if it had been that other skank he would've been totally ready to pull his soldier reflexes on her and take that pinch-faced head off her shoulders. "A ruffled sweetheart neckline and slim princess-seamed silhouette evoke rich feminine romance in intricately textured cotton voile, and perfect for that cute little girlfriend of yours." she said smoothly. He wondered how many times she had practiced the line. Or why the heck he would assume Tsukino was his girlfriend.
'As if,' he thought, but finding the idea a bit humorous.
The sound of hiccups slowly reached his ears.
"We'll take it," he said robotically, without a second thought.
Relena had warned him about shopping with girls. He decided to get out as fast as he could, and beat himself to death later for actually coming up with the idea. Unfortunately for him, Usagi remembered that she had no matching shoes or jewelry for the dress. Or a bag, and she asked him if a corsage would be appropriate.
What the hell was a corsage?
--+--
Usagi looked the gown over. Okay, so it wasn't really a gown, but when she tried it on--which she had done every night since Duo had picked it ouf for her--it made her feel like a princess. The glowing white fabric was form-fitting, yet comfortable. She wondered if she would have to dance with her ex-boss. The thought kind of grossed her out. Not to mention she had as much experience with ballroom dancing as her ex-pet cat Luna had with being human. Once in a lifetime. She remembered that princess school she once attended. She failed. She broke several of her dance partner's toes.
"Oh boy," she sighed to the dress.
The dress sighed back.
--+--
Usagi hated Duo again. For a little while she hadn't. But tonight she did. It was Rei's birthday party, the day before her birthday. She was dressed in her white gown which she called gown simply because she could.
She was totally lost.
There were all these people here, all these strangers. Usagi wasn't sure if she could count Rei as one of them, the category too cold after all they had been through together. But still, the brunette wasn't interested in spending her time with Usagi, and Usagi wondered if she knew her boyfriend had invited her. But she hadn't been invited by Mr. Winner, Duo had, and he decided to bring her along. So she really didn't have any friends here.
She wondered if she should feel underdressed. Some of the older men were in 'white tie' Duo had explained to her. This was more formal than 'black tie'. Most of the women wore floor-length gowns, some in kimono. 'Stupid bastard,' she thought. He probably planned to bring her looking like an idiot. The only fabulous thing about her was her hair, which was doing a pretty good job in its usual odango style.
At least she looked better than Heidi. Heidi was one of the greeters. She was dressed in a sailor suit outfit almost exactly like Sailor Mars, the only major difference being her bleached hair. It was up in a short perm, not yet reaching past her ears. The poor thing would smile, not knowing that she had bright red lipstick on her teeth, or that her blush was meant to give her a natural look, rather than make her look like a clown. She reminded Usagi of that American show she used to watch. Ugly Betty. Only this was more like Hideous Heidi or something.
Seeing the chubby sailor made Usagi want to cry. Crying made Usagi hungry. So she sought out the closest table of food and ate like she hadn't in, well, months. By now, anything was better than Ramen.
--+--
Crooked stared at his best friend in disbelief.
"Hiiro!" he hissed, glancing around them, making sure nobody was listening to their odd conversation. His friend shrugged indifferently.
"Is it that big a deal? All you have to do is keep out of sight," he said.
Crooked's temple popped. He was doing everything in his power not to strike out at Yui, which he knew would be very stupid. Both because it would cause a scene and Usagi didn't need to see them, and because he was too young to die. So he resorted to a very low course of action.
Tattle.
He whipped out his cell, and dialed Quatre.
"Hey buddy, we're by the balcony--the one with the fountain--mind stopping by?" he chuckled into the phone as Hiiro realized what his friend was doing.
"You are not bringing him into this!"
"Too late!"
"You little snitch!"
"Too late to run now, you go near your date and I'll bust you like I did Quatre's last secretary!"
"Duo! Hiiro!" came the voice of Quatre Winner. He looked at them sternly, "Don't draw attention to yourselves! Come on!" he dragged them outside onto the balcony with the fountain. Hiiro glared up at the stupid thing, wondering what idiot would put a fountain on a balcony. He pulled himself from Quatre's tight grasp.
"Whats going on here? Why are you arguing?"
Duo pointed an accusing finger at Hiiro, "HE stole my name! Again!"
"Tattle-tale," Hiiro muttered.
Quatre blinked. He then proceeded to laugh. Quite loudly.
The other two ex-pilots then proceeded to drown him in the fountain for laughing at them.
--+--
That stupid bastard left me!
He left just like Mamoru, and now I'm all alone again!
I wonder if Rei will talk to me. Last time she said anything was that birthday, "I hate you!" Rei had screamed. Her true feelings leaking out. "Its not fair! How come you get so much, even though you take it all for granted!?" she stomped her foot loudly, "Mamoru is gone and you can't even PRETEND you care! I don't want you to become queen, you don't deserve it! You'll let our kingdom crumble and lead everyone to ruin!
"You really don't get why Mamoru killed himself!?" Rei screamed, she and Usagi stood in Usagi's living room, "Are you really that stupid?! Its so obvious--who would want to spend the rest of eternity with you!?"
Its been what...five years? She might not remember me. Haha. That would be so funny if she did! Because I can't forget her. My best friend. Better than old Naru, or Minako, or Motoki. She knew me like the back of her hand. It sucks though, because I think I hate her too.
Why did Mr. Maxwell have to invite me!? What made him think I would have a good time with him--or without him?
He is cruel, just like Mamo-chan. It hurt, every time he said 'I love you,'. Whenever he would do nice things for me, it was like he was rubbing in the fact that we were supposed to be stuck together forever and had to act like this. He knew I loved him. I loved him so much. But he threw it back in my face.
Duo knows I don't know anybody here--all these rich people, with their nice things--they don't have to eat Ramen everyday, or answer phones for a living. He knows they're all too good for me, but that I've always wanted to come to something like this anyway. Why did he have to pick this dress? Why did I let him? What would make Rei want to talk to me after all these years?
When this is all said and done, I will wring his neck, and I'll use Crooked's braid to do it!
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Notes:
I love putting in weird stuff! If you are smart, you'll notice that when Usagi's in her room throwing stuff away, she's taking bits of her old Sailor Moon outfit XD
I own the plot. Thats pretty much it. Actually, I don't really own it. But that doesn't mean you can take it. If you do, I'll hunt you down. So ask for permission. And I'll say no anyway. Huh, there isn't really much of a plot either. I guess I'll have to make one up or something...
Can you try on clothes in Ralph Lauren? I took the description from the Ralph Lauren website, and I love that dress! I want it.
Is this story weird? At the beginning Usagi's all crazy and everything is depressing but then this seems to become a comedy. I have no idea how it turned out like this. You guys like it though? It does kind of wander off at times and do whatever it wants. I guess its because Usagi tends to think to much, and then sink into her old self. And I guess Duo and Hiiro are out of character most of the time, but whatever, I had fun writing up their little personas and stuff!
This is a really long chapter! I hope to keep it like that for the rest of the story, even though that means inconsistent updates. Give me encouragement! I worked hard on this! (Not.) Gimme reviews! I want reviews! Grrr...R&R. Please.