Pieces of Innocence
Part One: Fall Into Your Arms
Word Count: 515
It is that kind of party. The kind that appears in novels about 'real' teenagers and horror stories of teen pregnancy, the kind that plays such a huge role on TV. It is a wild and crazy party, with drugs and lechery and those sorts of things. Usagi hadn't been aware that such things happened in real life and is dismayed to find that everyone around her is taller, bigger and blocking her way to the exit.
The host of this party is a college student whose little sister is friends with Usagi. Since the parents of this girl were out of town and had not been informed of the party, the little sister had bought invitations for a few friends in exchange for her silence. Usagi had thought she was lucky to be invited. Certainly Naru had been jealous.
Now she wishes she was somewhere else. She's thinking longingly of home now, of homework and that weird cat (who talks) that she found. Granted, the cat keeps telling her to prepare for a mysterious 'destiny' and the homework is difficult. But she is at this party wearing a short skirt and sleeveless top, and she feels exposed and scared.
It's dark and the music is loud, intermingled with sounds she doesn't want to think about. What is she doing here?
Sighing, Usagi moves towards the door, muttering 'excuse me' and 'sorry' at regular intervals. No one listens or takes notice of her.
But in true Usagi style, her foot hits the doorjamb and she crashes into someone, even as she gratefully glimpses the sky and breathes in fresh air.
His eyes are blue, dark like the deep ocean, sucking her in, and she can't help but feel shivers going down her spine.
Something has changed.
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He's not actually sure what he plans on doing now that he's here. He means to find Motoki, and grab him and shake him and explain to him that his girlfriend, Reika, is angry and crying and worried and Motoki needs to calm her down and be prepared to beg because Mamoru is not getting involved in their disputes again. If she hadn't been crying when she showed up, he would have turned her away as it is.
A fear of crying females is ingrained in the male psyche. So Mamoru finds the building, where the party is going on, and hopes Motoki isn't doing anything stupid in there. He is grateful for the first time that he was invited, as no one will question his presence.
Well, maybe they will. Mamoru does not go to these parties. Their purpose is beyond him.
So he goes up to the door and before he can grab the handle it flies opens and a girl falls onto him.
His pulse quickens at the sight of the top of her head, and the buns neatly arranged on either side. She looks up, confused-her eyes are blue, bright and clear as a summer sky, with all the promise of a cloudless day.
He has a premonition. Something is about to change.
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