Author's Notes: The Caped Avenger here! Er... I mean... *thinks really hard and then remembers
that right now she should be her other persona, Bunny, the writer* Let's try that again...
Bunny here! Ah, much better... Anyway... Those of you whom have read my stories before... Prepare
to be shocked and amazed!! This is not a funny fic! Infact, it's VERY serious... Ah, being an
angst writer is fun! I know! I'll make another persona as an angst writer, and be Bunny as a
comedic writer! As for the Caped Avenger... Well, let's just leave her out of it... Candice and
Trevor would like to remain unmentioned also... Oops... Forget I said that... ^_^;; This is
based in the first series, as with most of my fics, before Usagi and Mamoru are together. Tootles!
Tell Her 'I'm Sorry...'
Chapter 1
Rated R
Mamoru scrubbed his hands over his face. He continued to pace the small room, his
footsteps hardly audible on the plush carpet. His stomach had been churning and knotting itself
up all night. He felt as though his heart was being squeezed into a vice. Mamoru dug his fingers
into his throbbing temples.
Mamoru wasn't a religious person. In fact, he couldn't tell the differnce between God
and Buddah. Yet, Mamoru had prayed. Prayed to whatever god that was watching over him that he was
totally off-base. He had to be. For her sake...
A soft groan came from the girl in his bed. Mamoru jumped, stilled his pacing, and turned
to the girl, full on attention-wise. But, she had yet to wake up. She had been tossing and turning
all night, a painfull act if Mamoru's assumption was correct (which he prayed wasn't). But, how
could he not be right? It was painfully obvious...
Pain...
Mamoru winced.
If he was right, Mamoru couldn't even IMAGINE what kind of pain she had been through
just a few hours ago. Mamoru immediately tried to turn his attention away from his thoughts, as
he was overcome by nausea.
Another groan.
Mamoru squeezed his eyes shut, one tear trailing down his pale cheek.
"Usagi..."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Usagi bolted straight-up in the bed. The sheets around her were damp with her sweat. Her
chest heaved from fright. God, what a horrible dream she had. It seemed so real, too. The pain
was excrutiating...
Usagi shook herself lightly to rid herself of such thoughts. She slowly regulated her
breathing and took in her surroundings.
"What on Earth...?" Usagi's breathing immediately started quivering again. "Where...?"
It was quite obvious this wasn't a woman's room. The color's were dark, Usagi could tell,
even though it was near pitch black in the room. The bedroom was decorated plainly with an eerily
familiar scent to it. Like a mixture between cologne and roses...
Usagi gripped the sheets around her with trembling hands and slowly pushed herself out
of the bed. A scream ripped through Usagi's lips as an unbearable, searing pain tore through her.
Usagi collapsed back onto the bed, eyes wide and watery. She realized there were cuts and bruises
all over her body, especially around her ankles and wrists. The pain between her legs had the
young girl in tears, blood trickling slightly down her thigh.
"Oh my God..." Usagi's hands flew to her mouth, in fear of vomiting. It hadn't been a
dream...
"Usagi...?"
The blonde gasped and swung her head to the bedroom door that was slowly opening. Her
heart and lungs were working at an erratic rate, her whole body shivering.
In the door way stood a man. Usagi couldn't make out the features because of the poor
lighting in the room, but it was deffinitely a man. Tall, and most likely well built.
"Leave me alone!!" Usagi screeched. Her throat was so raw from screaming, she didn't even
recognize her own voice. She pushed herself back on the bed with her legs, despite her body's
protests. She grabbed one of the pillows and hurled it at the man, but he easily ducked.
"Woah there..." The man took a step towards Usagi, holding out his hands, as if showing
her he was unarmed. "Usagi, hold up..."
"GO AWAY!!" Usagi's body shook uncontrolably. She coudln't help it... after what this man
had done to her... "You sick BASTARD!!"
The man quickly retraced his steps, fumbling to find the light switch by the door.
Suddenly the room was overcome by light that stabbed like little daggars in Usagi's tearful eyes.
"Mamoru...?" A tightening in her chest mad Usagi gag. MAMORU had done this to her?!
Why...? "You...?" A coppery taste filled Usagi's mouth, her stomach churning.
"Usagi..." Mamoru reached out his hand to touch her shoulder, but the girl shrunk back.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!!" Usagi threw the last pillow at him, this time it hitting Mamoru
square in the face. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THIS MAMORU!! YOU BASTARD!!!" she cried out
again.
"Usagi, listen to me!" Mamoru forcefully grabbed the writhing girl's shoulders, his
fingers accidently digging into one of her bruises.
"Stop it!!" Usagi beat harshly on Mamoru's chest, and flung her legs around. Eventually,
her foot made very painful contact with Mamoru's groin.
Mamoru sucked in a breath, his hands immediately dropping from her shoulders to hold
himself. Mamoru bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Now Usagi wasn't the only one hurting
down there...
"What are you trying to do to me?!" Mamoru winced out. "I need that vital body part, thank
you very much!"
"That VITAL body part of yours is what's causing me so much pain!" Usagi whacked Mamoru
over the head a few more times with a pillow, tears streaming down her face. Finally, Mamoru
could take no more.
"I wasn't the one that raped you, damnit!!" Mamoru bellowed.
The blonde girl froze. All her muscles seemed to bunch up along with her clenching lungs.
Her numb hands dropped the pillow to land in Mamoru's abused lap.
"Why should I believe you...?" Usagi's voice was hardly even audible by this point. She
wrapped her arms around herself and genty rocked back and forth.
"You actually think I was the one?" Mamoru was shocked. She thought THAT lowly of him?
"I... I don't know what I think anymore..."
As soon as Mamoru's nausea passed - not only from the kick, but that Usagi was that
disgusted by him - he leaned towards Usagi. He very slowly reached out his arms so that way she
wouldn't be scared by any sudden movements. The girl slowly inched backwards in order to escape
Mamoru's embrace, but he quickly swept her into his arms
"Usagi," Mamoru breathed in her ear. "Please don't think that I would ever do anything
to intentionally hurt you..."
"Then how..." Usagi sputtered out between her sobs, "how did I get here...?" Her shivering
slowly subsided as Mamoru ran a soothing hand up and down her back.
"I found you... in the alley way..." The words seemed hard for him to get out through the
tightness of his throat. Mamoru buried his face in Usagi's hair and continued to gently rub her
back.
"How... did you find me...?" Usagi rubbed her eyes against the fabric of Mamoru's shirt
to wipe away her tears.
"I just happened to be walking by and-"
"No... Not that kind of how... I mean..." Usagi squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed.
Usagi moaned to herself.
"You..." Mamoru took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "You were laying
sprawled out in the middle of the alley... All you were wearing was a men's teeshirt... There was
blood all over you..."
Usagi pushed herself away from Mamoru and looked down at her current condition. Majority
of her wounds had been bandaged up, except for the rope burn around her wrists and ankles. She
was wearing a men's teeshirt, but it was obvious this was Mamoru's. It smelt just like him. She
was also clad in a pair of his boxers.
"You cleaned me up...?" Usagi looked to Mamoru with quivering eyes.
"Of course..." Mamoru gently tucked a lock of Usagi's hair behind her ear. He couldn't
help but think how beautiful she was with her hair down. "But... You need to go to a doctor's..."
Mamoru very gently ran a finger of the friction marks on one of Usagi's wrists.
"No!" Usagi yanked her arm away, eyes wild. "I won't! Then I'll have to go to the police
and be interrogated! I don't want anyone to know, Mamoru!" Usagi's body was overcome by sobs
once more. "Please..."
"Usagi, you were ripped to shreds... Your bleeding... He could have done permanent
damage to you!" the raven haired man pleaded.
"How would you know?" Usagi hissed.
"Because..." Mamoru looked down in his lap, ashamed to meet her eyes. "I checked..."
Usagi gagged again.
"How DARE you VIOLATE me like that?!!" Usagi screeched. Her throat was raw along with the
rest of her.
"I wasn't the violater here, Usagi!" Mamoru yelled back defensively. He knew he should
keep his cool, that she was going through a lot of pain, but he couldn't help it. "I didn't
rape you, OK?! I'm just looking out for your well-being!"
"Well start by asking for my permission before you do perverted things like that!" Usagi
punched his shoulder, trying to wound him, but her muscles were too weak.
"I'm training to be a doctor, for God's sake!" Mamoru ruefully rubbed his shoulder and
caught Usagi's arm before she could land another blow. "I'm working in all the fields at my
college. And believe me, Usagi, you should see a professional."
"Eww..." Usagi pouted, reverting back to her childishself. "Gynocologists are perverts..."
Mamoru smiled. At least she still had the ability to joke. That was a good sign.
"Look, Usagi," Mamoru whispered, "you get some rest, and while you're sleeping I'll make
an appoitment."
"Mamoru..." Usagi whimpered, "Please, don't make me go..." Her large, bloodshot eyes
filled again.
Mamoru very gently laid her down and kissed her forehead. He wrapped the covers over the
angel in his bed and walked to the door.
"I'm sorry, Usagi..." was all he said as Mamoru flipped off the lights and left.
Author's Notes: Woah, tense, huh? Ladideedidee... I dunno what possesed me to write this, but I
am! ^_^ Well, see ya!!
that right now she should be her other persona, Bunny, the writer* Let's try that again...
Bunny here! Ah, much better... Anyway... Those of you whom have read my stories before... Prepare
to be shocked and amazed!! This is not a funny fic! Infact, it's VERY serious... Ah, being an
angst writer is fun! I know! I'll make another persona as an angst writer, and be Bunny as a
comedic writer! As for the Caped Avenger... Well, let's just leave her out of it... Candice and
Trevor would like to remain unmentioned also... Oops... Forget I said that... ^_^;; This is
based in the first series, as with most of my fics, before Usagi and Mamoru are together. Tootles!
Tell Her 'I'm Sorry...'
Chapter 1
Rated R
Mamoru scrubbed his hands over his face. He continued to pace the small room, his
footsteps hardly audible on the plush carpet. His stomach had been churning and knotting itself
up all night. He felt as though his heart was being squeezed into a vice. Mamoru dug his fingers
into his throbbing temples.
Mamoru wasn't a religious person. In fact, he couldn't tell the differnce between God
and Buddah. Yet, Mamoru had prayed. Prayed to whatever god that was watching over him that he was
totally off-base. He had to be. For her sake...
A soft groan came from the girl in his bed. Mamoru jumped, stilled his pacing, and turned
to the girl, full on attention-wise. But, she had yet to wake up. She had been tossing and turning
all night, a painfull act if Mamoru's assumption was correct (which he prayed wasn't). But, how
could he not be right? It was painfully obvious...
Pain...
Mamoru winced.
If he was right, Mamoru couldn't even IMAGINE what kind of pain she had been through
just a few hours ago. Mamoru immediately tried to turn his attention away from his thoughts, as
he was overcome by nausea.
Another groan.
Mamoru squeezed his eyes shut, one tear trailing down his pale cheek.
"Usagi..."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Usagi bolted straight-up in the bed. The sheets around her were damp with her sweat. Her
chest heaved from fright. God, what a horrible dream she had. It seemed so real, too. The pain
was excrutiating...
Usagi shook herself lightly to rid herself of such thoughts. She slowly regulated her
breathing and took in her surroundings.
"What on Earth...?" Usagi's breathing immediately started quivering again. "Where...?"
It was quite obvious this wasn't a woman's room. The color's were dark, Usagi could tell,
even though it was near pitch black in the room. The bedroom was decorated plainly with an eerily
familiar scent to it. Like a mixture between cologne and roses...
Usagi gripped the sheets around her with trembling hands and slowly pushed herself out
of the bed. A scream ripped through Usagi's lips as an unbearable, searing pain tore through her.
Usagi collapsed back onto the bed, eyes wide and watery. She realized there were cuts and bruises
all over her body, especially around her ankles and wrists. The pain between her legs had the
young girl in tears, blood trickling slightly down her thigh.
"Oh my God..." Usagi's hands flew to her mouth, in fear of vomiting. It hadn't been a
dream...
"Usagi...?"
The blonde gasped and swung her head to the bedroom door that was slowly opening. Her
heart and lungs were working at an erratic rate, her whole body shivering.
In the door way stood a man. Usagi couldn't make out the features because of the poor
lighting in the room, but it was deffinitely a man. Tall, and most likely well built.
"Leave me alone!!" Usagi screeched. Her throat was so raw from screaming, she didn't even
recognize her own voice. She pushed herself back on the bed with her legs, despite her body's
protests. She grabbed one of the pillows and hurled it at the man, but he easily ducked.
"Woah there..." The man took a step towards Usagi, holding out his hands, as if showing
her he was unarmed. "Usagi, hold up..."
"GO AWAY!!" Usagi's body shook uncontrolably. She coudln't help it... after what this man
had done to her... "You sick BASTARD!!"
The man quickly retraced his steps, fumbling to find the light switch by the door.
Suddenly the room was overcome by light that stabbed like little daggars in Usagi's tearful eyes.
"Mamoru...?" A tightening in her chest mad Usagi gag. MAMORU had done this to her?!
Why...? "You...?" A coppery taste filled Usagi's mouth, her stomach churning.
"Usagi..." Mamoru reached out his hand to touch her shoulder, but the girl shrunk back.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!!" Usagi threw the last pillow at him, this time it hitting Mamoru
square in the face. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THIS MAMORU!! YOU BASTARD!!!" she cried out
again.
"Usagi, listen to me!" Mamoru forcefully grabbed the writhing girl's shoulders, his
fingers accidently digging into one of her bruises.
"Stop it!!" Usagi beat harshly on Mamoru's chest, and flung her legs around. Eventually,
her foot made very painful contact with Mamoru's groin.
Mamoru sucked in a breath, his hands immediately dropping from her shoulders to hold
himself. Mamoru bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Now Usagi wasn't the only one hurting
down there...
"What are you trying to do to me?!" Mamoru winced out. "I need that vital body part, thank
you very much!"
"That VITAL body part of yours is what's causing me so much pain!" Usagi whacked Mamoru
over the head a few more times with a pillow, tears streaming down her face. Finally, Mamoru
could take no more.
"I wasn't the one that raped you, damnit!!" Mamoru bellowed.
The blonde girl froze. All her muscles seemed to bunch up along with her clenching lungs.
Her numb hands dropped the pillow to land in Mamoru's abused lap.
"Why should I believe you...?" Usagi's voice was hardly even audible by this point. She
wrapped her arms around herself and genty rocked back and forth.
"You actually think I was the one?" Mamoru was shocked. She thought THAT lowly of him?
"I... I don't know what I think anymore..."
As soon as Mamoru's nausea passed - not only from the kick, but that Usagi was that
disgusted by him - he leaned towards Usagi. He very slowly reached out his arms so that way she
wouldn't be scared by any sudden movements. The girl slowly inched backwards in order to escape
Mamoru's embrace, but he quickly swept her into his arms
"Usagi," Mamoru breathed in her ear. "Please don't think that I would ever do anything
to intentionally hurt you..."
"Then how..." Usagi sputtered out between her sobs, "how did I get here...?" Her shivering
slowly subsided as Mamoru ran a soothing hand up and down her back.
"I found you... in the alley way..." The words seemed hard for him to get out through the
tightness of his throat. Mamoru buried his face in Usagi's hair and continued to gently rub her
back.
"How... did you find me...?" Usagi rubbed her eyes against the fabric of Mamoru's shirt
to wipe away her tears.
"I just happened to be walking by and-"
"No... Not that kind of how... I mean..." Usagi squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed.
Usagi moaned to herself.
"You..." Mamoru took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "You were laying
sprawled out in the middle of the alley... All you were wearing was a men's teeshirt... There was
blood all over you..."
Usagi pushed herself away from Mamoru and looked down at her current condition. Majority
of her wounds had been bandaged up, except for the rope burn around her wrists and ankles. She
was wearing a men's teeshirt, but it was obvious this was Mamoru's. It smelt just like him. She
was also clad in a pair of his boxers.
"You cleaned me up...?" Usagi looked to Mamoru with quivering eyes.
"Of course..." Mamoru gently tucked a lock of Usagi's hair behind her ear. He couldn't
help but think how beautiful she was with her hair down. "But... You need to go to a doctor's..."
Mamoru very gently ran a finger of the friction marks on one of Usagi's wrists.
"No!" Usagi yanked her arm away, eyes wild. "I won't! Then I'll have to go to the police
and be interrogated! I don't want anyone to know, Mamoru!" Usagi's body was overcome by sobs
once more. "Please..."
"Usagi, you were ripped to shreds... Your bleeding... He could have done permanent
damage to you!" the raven haired man pleaded.
"How would you know?" Usagi hissed.
"Because..." Mamoru looked down in his lap, ashamed to meet her eyes. "I checked..."
Usagi gagged again.
"How DARE you VIOLATE me like that?!!" Usagi screeched. Her throat was raw along with the
rest of her.
"I wasn't the violater here, Usagi!" Mamoru yelled back defensively. He knew he should
keep his cool, that she was going through a lot of pain, but he couldn't help it. "I didn't
rape you, OK?! I'm just looking out for your well-being!"
"Well start by asking for my permission before you do perverted things like that!" Usagi
punched his shoulder, trying to wound him, but her muscles were too weak.
"I'm training to be a doctor, for God's sake!" Mamoru ruefully rubbed his shoulder and
caught Usagi's arm before she could land another blow. "I'm working in all the fields at my
college. And believe me, Usagi, you should see a professional."
"Eww..." Usagi pouted, reverting back to her childishself. "Gynocologists are perverts..."
Mamoru smiled. At least she still had the ability to joke. That was a good sign.
"Look, Usagi," Mamoru whispered, "you get some rest, and while you're sleeping I'll make
an appoitment."
"Mamoru..." Usagi whimpered, "Please, don't make me go..." Her large, bloodshot eyes
filled again.
Mamoru very gently laid her down and kissed her forehead. He wrapped the covers over the
angel in his bed and walked to the door.
"I'm sorry, Usagi..." was all he said as Mamoru flipped off the lights and left.
Author's Notes: Woah, tense, huh? Ladideedidee... I dunno what possesed me to write this, but I
am! ^_^ Well, see ya!!
