Hello everyone! I am Henna, the author of this story! *giggle* I'm
glad you came to read this! Please enjoy and send your comments to
wildblackflower@hotmail.com (I also enjoy flames!). If you were
wondering (which you probably weren't) I also post here on ASMR as
nakura. This is my main account, though. Oh, and don't do what this
story says! That would be bad. *waves finger like in SM says* (look
who's talking about bad influences) Okay, well ja matta! Hope ya
like the story!

Well Wishes,
~*~Henna~*~

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"For Right and Wrong"

"No! I won't leave you!" cried a girl of about 16 with blonde
pigtails, her crystal blue eyes overflowing with tears.
"You must, Usagi," said a shadowy figure in a deep voice.
"No! Please don't go! We need you! *I* need you!" All the man
did in response was run.

Usagi awoke with a start. She was having the dream again. She
silently cried as she absentmindedly stroked her black cat, Luna.
The cat did not awaken. 'Why did he have to leave?' she thought.
"I've cried all night and when I finally sleep, he even haunts me in
my dreams. I can't escape him.'
Suddenly, a loud noise was heard. ~Wheeeeeoooooooooooooooo,
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooo!!!!~
'Must be the cops,' thought Usagi. A light shined in her window.
"Huh?" she asked allowed.
"All right, come out with your hands in the air and no funny
business! Tsukino Usagi, Kaioh Michiru, Tenou Haruka, and Meioh
Setsuna, you are all under arrest," said a female voice, presumably
a cop. The girls walked outside with their hands up.
A woman with long, blonde hair kept from her face with a big
red bow was standing outside the girls' little cottage with many
officers standing behind her. She had a gun pointed at Usagi. "All
right, let's get a move on. You four are under arrest for homicidal
actions. Do you have anything to say for yourselves before I read
you your rights?"
"I swear, I have no idea what you're talking about!" said
Haruka.
"Me neither! I would *Never* do anything like that!" said
Micheru.
"Isn't that right Usagi?"
But Usagi was too busy staring at the gun pointed at her to
say anything.
"All right, that's enough," said the cop. With a ~BANG~ she
shot a bullet into the air to get everyone to shut up. At the sound
of the bang, Usagi fainted.

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When Usagi awoke, she was in the police station. There were
metal bars all around her, and her friends were sitting beside her,
sleeping. There appeared to be tearstains on Haruka's face. Usagi
looked, shocked. She had always thought Haruka feared nothing.
Usagi closed her eyes, praying that this was all a dream.
That Mamo had never left. That she was safe at home with parents
that hadn't died in the terrorist attack. Even that her cat Luna was
here. She felt a wince of pain as she moved her head. Or was that
the memories? The call from the police. The realization that she had
no one to turn to. Then she had met Mamo-chan. His rugged good looks
had caught her eye as he crept toward a woman. Usagi knew that he
had robbed the woman. She hadn't cared.
She had run away with him. He said that he loved her. He
promised her the world. He had given her companionship, and the
friendship of his partners. He completed her. Or did he? She didn't
feel a hole in her heart when he had left, the kind that is
described in all of the romance novels Micheru read so often. She
felt sad, yet unbroken. 'But if it isn't love, what else could it
be?'
She was shaken from her thoughts by the stirring of her
comrades. Her eyes opened to slate gray, crimson, and aqua staring
back at her. Haruka, the owner of the gray, ran a finger through her
short blonde locks and then asked Usagi, "How's your head?"
Usagi, a confused look upon her face wondered aloud, "What do
you mean?"
Michiru cocked her head, allowing her teal waves of hair to
roll like the ocean. Her eyes, matching her hair, slanted as she
said, "Your head. You hit it when you fainted."
Usagi winced. She reached her hand behind her head and pulled
it back, expecting to see blood. She inwardly sighed, as she viewed
nothing.
"It's not fair," came a voice from the corner. There Setsuna
sat with her crimson eyes shut. Her emerald hair fell loosely, minus
the amount in the tight bun keeping it from her face. Usagi looked
at her inquisitively.
"Usagi did nothing," said Haruka in agreement. "She should have
never had this experience."
"Are you saying that you *killed* someone?" Usagi nearly
shouted. The three looked away. That was all the answer Usagi
needed.
"He dragged us into it. We've seen it done before, but I guess
we never thought it could happen to us." Setsuna looked up. "We
should have warned you."
"Sorry dumpling, but it's the truth. Thank god there are no
cameras in here, so they won't know that we're confessing." Haruka
gave one last inspection of the cell and continued. "Marmaru is a
bad man. He's killed before. It seems that he always finds away to
pin it on others, though."
Michiru continued the story. "Usually it is someone from the
streets, with no ties. This way, no one goes to jail, and no one
loses someone they love. This time, he said he wanted more. He
wanted to kill someone important. We tried to stop him, but he was
so positive it would work. He crept into the night and in the
morning, a senator and his pregnant wife were found brutally
murdered." Usagi closed her eyes and shook. This couldn't be true.

Setsuna finally looked up. "Usagi, you need to get out of
here. I know you won't be able to handle jail. And believe me: If
you stay, you will get locked up!" There was a hard determination in
her voice that Usagi couldn't refuse. Haruka walked over to the bars
and smiled.
"Bakas! Look how wide apart the bars are! Usagi, you could fit
through there easily!" she said triumphantly. Unfortunately,
"easily" was the understatement of the year. With lots of grunting
and effort, they managed to push Usagi out. She looked back at her
friends, Haruka whispered, "Go now! I'll never forget you, dumpling
head!" Usagi's eyes softened and filled as she hesitated. Then,
filled with new courage, she nimbly darted down the hallways and out
the unbarred window unseen.
Usagi ran down the lawn outside as she heard the alarms go
off. Hiding in an abandoned barn, she easily escaped the police.
With a heavy sigh and a single tear shed, she moved on.
At a fleeting thought, she wondered what else her Mamo-chan
was capable of. 'He would soon confess,' she firmly thought. 'He
wouldn't leave me to rot in jail! Or would he?' She ran toward a
drug store to purchase what she would need for the future. 'Oh well.
There is no turning back now.'