A/N: I know those of you reading my other stories are probably going to want to kill me for starting another one when my updates are becoming more and more ragged with school and trying to keep all three stories going. For those wondering…yes I have brilliant ideas for Julliard…just no time to type them up…but I will have a chapter up in a day or two.
Now about this story. It's going to be really despressing for awhile because my other stories need to start getting happy soon and well I need some angst in order to function so yeah hopefully this story will fulfill the angst quota.
Disclaimer: I'm a broke college student I own nothing and if I did own Sailor Moon she'd hate me for the crap I put her through.
Mamoru relaxed on his couch with a book enjoying a few moments of peace before he had class. He actually longed for Usagi to be there to curl up beside him and ask him to read the book to her even though he knew she never really paid attention. A loud pounding upon his door caused him to put his book down and run to answer it. A very haggard looking Motoki was behind it.
He spoke no words, they could not come to him all he could to was walk past Mamoru's confused face and turn on the rarely used television, flipping instantly to the channel that had haunted him in the arcade this morning. With a solemn hand he motioned Mamoru over to the television to watch the report that had been running since early that morning.
Mamoru came over to see a house very much like Usagi's surrounded by police cars.
"There are no clues as of yet to the identity of the murdered but we have just received word that the young woman he attacked has died at Tokyo general…" Mamoru felt his heart tear at his chest. It couldn't be Usagi…someone would have called. Sure her parents didn't know about him but the Senshi…surely one of them would have called right? As if answering his thoughts the phone began to ring and he saw Motoki give it the same deathlike stare as if wishing it to stop ringing or to be some telemarketer….anything but news of Usagi. Neither one moved to answer it.
"We have been allowed to release the name of the victim as a Tsukino Usagi. The rest of her family is in stable condition at Tokyo General and are expected to fully recover. We will have more news on what happened here at late last night as it comes to us." Motoki turned off the television…not wanting to see anymore, not wanting to accept what the man had just told them.
Mamoru felt his body give way beneath him and he fell to his knees. "Usako…Usako no you can't leave me!" Motoki looked over to his friend, whom he knew he was unable to comfort. He had tried to call Reika but the moment she picked up the phone he knew it was Mamoru he should be talking to. The phone continued ringing and now both knew the news it most likely brought and still neither one moved to answer it. Finally Motoki could not stand the ringing interrupting his dreary thoughts that he got up to answer it.
"Hello?" His voice was weak and ragged he wondered if the person on the other line could even hear him.
"Mamoru?" A voice sounding nearly identical to his own picked up, but the higher pitch told him it had to be one of Usagi's friends.
"No…Motoki…Mamoru's…." He trailed off, knowing full well the girls would realize that Mamoru's heart was broken.
"We need him to come to the hospital…Usagi's…Usagi's…the doctors and the police they want to talk to us about Usagi's…about Usagi's…" The voice on the other end seemed unable to say the words dead, and death, but they hung over the air all the same.
"I don't think he'll be up to going…" Motoki was surprised his voice was still functioning. It felt like it was caught in his throat as if trying to keep any of the information from reaching his heart.
He could hear the voice on the other line begin to cry, and Motoki began to banish the thought he had once had about it being Rei on the phone till another voice came on.
"Sorry…Rei's not taking it to well…" Ami, of course Ami always the doctor would try and make sense of everything. But her voice was breaking just as bad as Rei's.
"Please Motoki…you both need to come down here…the police and…she she left something for Mamoru…before she…before she…" once again the inability to admit that Usagi was dead hung between them. Motoki nodded slowly before realizing that Ami would not be able to see his grim nod.
"Ok…" the answer was raspy and it nearly choked him to say it but it was good enough for Ami who promptly hung up the phone, ending the conversation that neither felt strong enough to continue. Motoki put down the phone and walked over to where Mamoru was still kneeling on the floor.
"Mamoru…we need to go to the hospital…the girls are there…" Mamoru shrugged off his friend. Motoki held his ground he had been expecting this much.
"My Usako, she's gone she can't be gone. We were supposed to be together this time. We were supposed to be happy this time!" Mamoru's voice began to ring in desperation as if shouting those words would make the world realize it's mistake and bring her back to him.
"We have to go…the girls say she left something for you…"Mamoru perked up at Motoki's words. Perhaps Usagi had left him something to tell him that all of this wasn't real. That it was just a fake, some sort of plan…something anything that would say she wasn't really dead. Because she couldn't die. She couldn't leave him.
This time Mamoru allowed Motoki to pull him up off the floor and out the door. Neither one caring about their haggard appearance as they made their way to Mamoru's car and the hospital. Neither one felt up to driving…but the idea of how long walking would take made Motoki get behind the wheel.
Upon arriving at the hospital seven very upset girls looked up at them. The six Senshi and Naru all sat together, barely looking up when the two men entered through the elevator to the hallway where Usagi's family now resided.
Haruka was the first to speak though the tears shimmering in her eyes showed him that she was faring as bad as the others.
"She was stabbed twelve times six hours ago….she was dead before any of us knew what happened. She left this for you." She held up a small package and Mamoru felt his knees give way again as the red smudges all over it looked too much like blood.
"The police said she was clutching it between her hands. Whoever attacked her wanted it but she wouldn't give it up. Her family called the police before whoever it was weakened her enough to take it. It's for you Mamoru. I think she knew this was going to happen….Setsuna must have prepared her or told her…we haven't been able to contact her." Haruka's ability to appear strong stopped then. The idea that her Princess had not only suffered in death but had known it was coming was too much for even her to bear. Michiru walked over to her lover and wrapped her arms around her.
Mamoru just looked at the package…seeing her blood made it all real. It banished the small hopes he had been haboring in his heart. He pressed the package to his chest. "Usako…"
A/N: I know it's not that long but hey I was writing this between classes and well that seems like a good place to stop. Please Read and Review if you're an angst whore like me!
