Between Us

Author's Note:

Alright my lovely readers, it's been what, seven or eight months? I know, I know, you hate me and you think I'm a horrible writer and I should never write if this is the way I'm gonna work. I completely understand, because I hate those writers who write awesome stories and never update, not that I'm saying my story is 'awesome'. That would just be egotistical. And I'm not egotistical. Maybe a bit. So, let's begin with my excuses.

So I have none. All high school-ers are working hard towards graduation, and I am no exception. My teachers are who they are, and either my brain has not functioned this school year or the subjects I'm taking are impossible. We'll go with a little bit of both!

And you know, my personal life has always had its ups and downs. Boys will be boys, completely oblivious or intentionally cruel; and girls aren't just filing their nails to look nice. Me-ow.

My point is…I'm sorry. Really, REALLY, sorry. And if you love my story and are willing to put up with my impossible procrastination, enjoy~!


I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its characters.


Did you say that this love was twisted by the heavens?

I can't believe those words

Tell me why, why, why?; I want only you

No bye, bye, bye; don't say those sad words

I can try, try, try; if you come back to me

You know, I want to get, get, get your love

Love – CN Blue

(translated from Korean to English)


Chapter Two

What's Love?


Mina woke up to smooth lips giving her butterfly kisses all over her face. She couldn't help but smile at the innocent gesture of her current boyfriend. He was a cute one, with a marvelous body. His blonde, tousled hair slightly tickled her collarbone as he went to kiss the very top of her breast. Mina's small hands grabbed the sides of his face as she brought him up to kiss his lips. She let out a soft moan as his tongue traveled the inside of her mouth. This one was definitely a keeper.

She broke the kiss and felt Andrew pull away from her and lay back down. He wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her over to him so she would be lying across him. Mina sighed contently and let her hand rest against his chest. Andrew slightly bent down and gave her a light but lingering kiss on her forehead.

"I love you," he whispered into her hair.

Mina's entire body stiffened as his soft words reached her ears. Why did everything have to be ruined by those words? She let out a tiny sigh and began to sit up, clutching the comforter to somewhat shield her body. She grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, which happened to be Andrew's crisp white dress shirt, and slipped it over her body. Mina made a move to stand up from the bed when Andrew's hand gently latched onto her wrist.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," Mina said lightly, giving him a peck on the lips, "nothing at all."

Truth be told, everything was wrong. Love? Mina scoffed. That one thing had brought her all of the misery in the world. Love shunned her, mocked her; it had rejected her on a daily basis. All until she had enough of it and turned her back on love.

She had loved her father, and what did he do? He abandoned her and her mother, leaving them for a first class prostitute. The one man she was supposed to trust no matter what had left her to fend for herself at the age of nine. Even after eleven years, she clearly remembered how she used to be 'Daddy's Little Princess', and how heartbroken she had been over the abrupt departure of her father. There was no letter, no phone call, and no personal possession left behind for her to remember him with. She had stayed out of school for weeks, staying locked up in her room and crying for endless hours. The only person that could have brought her out of that state was her father…and he had never come for her. He would never come for her. The cold, harsh truth came so suddenly to Mina one night that she abruptly stopped crying. When she had emerged from her bedroom, she was the image of an innocent child. No one would ever have guessed she went through such a terrible dilemma, and that was how she wanted it. Her father's absence had forced Mina to grow up, and grow up very quickly. So that's what she did.

She had loved her mother, and what did she do? She blamed Mina for her husband's infidelity, as well as everything else that went wrong in their lives. Most people knew of Mina's 'dirty little secret'; she was a mistake. Her mother, always being a promiscuous woman, had started a summer fling with her father many years ago. What was only supposed to be a few months spent lying in each other's arms turned into so much more when Mina's mother had discovered the pregnancy. Her father, wanting to take responsibility, had married her mother before she could rid their love child through an abortion, and they had been a happy family…for a few months. The fighting began when Mina turned one. The throwing of expensive objects and slaps came when she was three. The cheating and lying started after she turned six. Her mother went deeper and deeper into a depression and hatred that no one could pull her out of. Mina stopped trying when she turned sixteen.

She had loved her grandmother, and what did she do? Nothing. And that didn't sound so bad, compared to her parents. But it was so much worse. Her grandmother had never seen Mina as her one and only grandchild. In fact, she treated her servants with more warmth. Mina was the garbage in the family, the one person everyone wished wasn't alive to bring the family name such disgrace. She had grown up in a family who hated her just for being born, and Mina could never do anything about it. She had tried so hard to gain the acceptance of her grandmother, but nothing had ever worked. In her grandmother's eyes, Mina was nothing but the child who ruined her son's life.

She had loved her friends, and what did they do? Used her. If it weren't for Serena, Mina would have lost all hope in friendship. Her 'friends' had been nothing but poseurs who wanted their fifteen minutes of fame. Too bad Mina's wrath lasted much more than just fifteen minutes. Even saying Mina's name had gotten them easy access into hot clubs and restaurants, and they knew it. After using Mina to get what they wanted, they would always spread nasty rumors about her out of jealousy. Mina always knew this was the case, but she didn't mind playing this game. These little girls would play around, thinking they won, but Mina would pull some strings and destroy everything they loved, all until they begged her to stop. It was life.

And then…then she had loved him. Oh yes, she had loved him. She had loved him more than anyone else in this entire world. More than herself. She had felt as if she knew her purpose for being on earth when she had loved him. All of those lonely and hurt filled years had meant nothing when she was with him. Mina had felt as though she had received more love than anyone else, and that she had given the same amount back.

But everything came crashing down. Their perfect relationship began its downward spiral as his lies became abundant as her tears. They fought and fought and fought, until Mina couldn't take it anymore. So she packed up what little belongings she had in his apartment and fled back to her home. She did so at such an agonizingly slow pace, he could have stopped her at any moment. But he didn't. In fact, he just stood there and watched her. Watched as she heartbreakingly placed each belonging into her small luggage bag. All he had to do was apologize, no, all he had to do was hold her and she would have promised to forget everything. Forgive him for everything and just love him like she had. Mina had sat in her car at his apartment's parking garage for three hours, crying as she kept willing him to come down and prevent her from leaving.

He never did.

So Mina returned home, back to where all of her childhood heartache was, and picked up where she had left off. With him, she had felt so alive and…human. Now, she was nothing but a robot, doing what she was told without any complaint, without any emotion.

Love? Mina didn't believe in love. She could never believe in something that had only brought her pain. Only reminded her of what she had lost.

Mina didn't pay attention as Andrew shifted next to her and slipped on his boxers. He made a move to leave the room but looked back at her.

"If it's what I said, I mean it. I love you, Mina. You're the first person I've said that to, other than my family. But if you don't feel the same way…well I don't really care."

His words shocked her, and Mina couldn't stop herself from staring questioningly into Andrew's eyes.

"I'm not letting you go. You keep hiding from people who love and care about you, but I won't let you run from me," he said, turning around to walk out.

Before he had a chance to leave, Mina stood up and made her way over to him, wrapping her thin arms around his bare waist. They stood like that for a moment before Mina planted short butterfly kisses along the contours of his back muscle, smiling at his tiny shudders.

"I'm not running anywhere Andy," she whispered.

She felt him unwrap himself from her embrace and walk closer to the open door. Mina put her head down, unable to watch as yet another person left her all alone. The door shut softly but Mina felt like it echoed all throughout the room. Or was that the sound of her pulse rushing? Whatever it was, it began to consume Mina in her ever existent thoughts of abandonment.

See? Everyone leaves you. No one could ever love you, Mina. You're just something to play around with. No one could ever love you. Ever.

The thoughts taunted her as tears that would never fall swam in her eyes. She began to shake her head to get rid of the thoughts when she felt two rough hands grab the side of her face. He raised her face to his, much like she had done to him a few minutes ago, and stared deeply into her eyes.

"I love you, Mina. I'm never going to leave you, do you understand that?"

Mina nodded her head helplessly, and felt something ignite inside of her as his lips came crashing down on hers.

This one was definitely a keeper.


Lita put the final touches on her two tiered cake and stood up straight to admire her work. She would have used a white fondant icing for a smoother effect but she preferred the homemade whipped cream icing her mother had taught her many years ago. It had a light and airy taste to it with just enough amount of sugar. The cake's exterior was covered by the soft whipped cream with a few flowers made of purple fondant on each tier. She held the bag of chocolate icing in her hand and admired the crisscross design she had created all over the cake. Her mouth began to water at the thought of biting into the delicious cake with a nice cup of cappuccino.

"Nice work," a low voice said from behind.

Lita jumped a little at the new voice in the room and willed herself not to turn around. She couldn't fall into his intense gaze again, she was positive she would never be able to come back.

"Thank you," she whispered.

His hands came up from behind her and began to guide the chocolate icing in a spot she had missed. Lita hated herself for blushing, but enjoyed the feeling of having his arms wrapped around her.

"And now it's perfect," he whispered in her ear.

She moved out of his warm embrace before mumbling a small thank you again. Lita busied herself by getting out a plate and mug for her cappuccino. She noticed the fact he was still standing next to her cake, staring at her. She tensed when he began to move towards her, afraid she would lose herself again. No, Lita knew she couldn't lose to him again, because she was sure she would never be able to stand up on her own again. She hated herself for being so weak when it came to him.

"You have to stop this, Kevin," she said, speaking clearly.

"Stop what?" he asked, his breath traveling against the back of her neck.

Lita began to lean into him slightly, before catching herself. She tried to escape from the dangerous situation, but she felt his hands on her hips, forcing her to stay in place. The small physical contact was killing her; she was forgetting how to breathe.

"Why do you keep doing this to me?" she cried out, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes as she tried to glare at him. The tears she swore she would never cry in front of him were falling down her cheeks in a never-ending waterfall, and she flinched slightly when he tried to wipe them away.

"I'm sorry Lita; please don't cry because of me."

She scoffed. That's all she had been doing lately. Every single time he came up in her mind, she would cry. It would differ from shedding a few tears, to bawling her heart out until physical exhaustion overtook her.

"You turned your back on me. I wanted us to be together, Kevin. So why do you keep acting as if nothing happened and that we're fine? God, I swear you live just to make me suffer!"

Lita gasped when he suddenly slammed his fist down on the countertop behind her. She heard her heartbeat increase double the quick rate it was already going due to the fear she held from his violent act. She was frozen to the spot as she felt his arms wrap around her thin waist as he nuzzled his face into her neck in a loving gesture.

"Damn it Lita," he whispered, sending involuntary shudders up and down her spine, "you know I would never intentionally give you pain. Why are you making this so hard for me?"

Kevin kept rubbing small circles on Lita's back as her tears began to subside.

"This doesn't have to be hard," Lita said, pleading with Kevin.

"You know it is," he responded, wiping away the remainder of her tears.

"No," she gritted out, "I don't. All I know is that you can't handle the truth, so let me spell it out for you. I was ready to throw away everything I had for a shot at living the rest of my life with you, but you were never willing to do that for me. Want to know what else I know? I care more about this relationship than you could ever imagine. Just because you're a few years older than me doesn't make you wiser, Kevin," she said, spitting out his name.

"Listen to yourself Lita!" he said, gripping her forearms tightly, "You could never give up your lifestyle for mine. I'm doing this for your own good! I would be willing to put everything on the line for you, but not at the cost of you getting hurt. Do you know how hard it is to live the kind of life I do? I would never put you in that sort of pain, do you understand? I care about you more than I have cared about anyone else in this worl—"

"Then prove it!" she shouted, cutting him off, "Prove to me that you love me, that I'm the one who keeps you sane. Prove to me that you could never live without me, that I'm your girl. Please…please just prove to me that I still matter to you, as much as you matter to me," she whispered brokenly.

He brought her into a tight embrace, wishing to never let go, and gave her a loving kiss on the forehead.

"I love you too much to let you self-destruct," he said.

Lita shoved Kevin off of her before slapping him across the face. Her breathing had become shaky again as the tears that stopped began to form again.

"Stop playing around with my emotions, I'm sick of it. You don't even know what love is," she hissed.

Lita moved to leave the kitchen, still shaking from both pain and anger. She felt as though each step she took brought her closer and closer to a world of despair. Once she left this room, at this very moment, her chances of being with Kevin would be shot out the window. She took slow, reluctant steps, begging him with her thoughts to come after her.

Just grab me, Kevin. Please, just hold me and never let me go. I promise I'll forgive you for everything if you just make me stop from walking out of your life.

He hadn't moved an inch by the time she had reached the door to leave. A single teardrop fell down her cheek as she turned around to face him with a calm expression.

"I'm getting married in six months. I hope you can attend the wedding."

And then she left.


Many students began to leave the lecture hall while a petite 'bluenette' was just starting to pack up her laptop. She felt the tall boy's presence looming over her own figure, and turned around to give him a smile.

"I'm sorry Greg, is there something you wanted?" she asked kindly.

"Umm, not…really," he stuttered, "I-I was just wondering if I could walk you to your next class. Help with all of those books?"

"Oh, these?" she said, referring to the decent stack of textbooks. "Yea, sure, that would be nice."

Greg gave her a boyish smile as he began to gather the majority of her books. They were about to leave the room when a voice stopped them.

"Actually, Miss. Williams, I was hoping that I could have a moment of your time. I wished to discuss your research paper with you," her professor said.

"Is there something wrong with it, Mr. Edwards? I really do need to go to my next class," the girl said, attempting to get out of the classroom.

"I'm afraid it's quite important, and I'll only need a few minutes," he replied.

Amy turned to face Greg, opening her arms to receive her many textbooks.

"Hey Greg, I don't want you to be late to your own class, so you should just go on ahead. Maybe you can walk me some other time?" she asked.

"Yea, sure, no problem," he said, turning bright red at the thought of getting to walk with her.

Greg scurried out of the room, leaving the large lecture hall to just Amy and Mr. Edwards. She set down her personal belongings, and was about to walk down the few steps to reach her professor's desk when she felt him slam her against the wall. She vaguely noticed the fact that he locked the door, being too occupied by the intense glare his blue-grey eyes were giving her.

"Is this your way of revenge? By flirting with your classmates and making me jealous?" he questioned.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Amy said cheekily, "I thought you wanted to talk to me about my research paper. Was I mistaken?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Amelia. You cannot just leave in the middle of an argument and start hooking up with random guys in your class!"

She flinched slightly at the harsh tone he had used to say her full name, but felt her blood boil at the way he was reprimanding her.

"Excuse me, Mr. Edwards, but may I remind you this is school? And I did not hook up with anybody, let alone random guys! Greg and I have known each other since middle school for crying out loud!"

"Is that why he gets all flustered around you when all you do is smile?"

"That's not my fault! I can't just tell him to stop blushing when all I'm doing is being nice! Stop being such a jealous jackas—"

She felt his lips slam down onto hers, and she fruitlessly pushed against his muscular chest. Amy couldn't resist his attacks any longer, and began to kiss him back. This was wrong, so very wrong, but it just felt too good. They finally separated, gasping for much needed air. His forehead was pressed against hers as he tried to calm his racing mind.

"You bring out the worst in me," he sighed out.

"Right back at you," Amy said.

"I'm sorry," he started, breaking the awkward silence.

"For what?"

"For losing my temper the other night. And today."

"Oh Zach," Amy said out loud after failing to hold her glare. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wishing they could always be together like this.

"You're forgiven! I wasn't exactly being the fairest girl throughout all of this."

They held onto each other's hand in a sweet embrace, relishing in the small moments they had together. Amy sighed, wishing that everything could be easier. Zach was only three years older than her, fresh out of college himself. When she saw the young, attractive teacher on the first day of classes, she thought it was only natural to develop a tiny crush on him. Amy was both shocked and flattered when he had shown an obvious interest in her as well, and began to reconsider him as more than just a tiny crush.

Their first date had been at his apartment, and she found it odd how he managed to afford such a spacious and beautiful home with a teacher's income. She decided not to ask him, believing that it was too personal as of yet. She laughed at the memory, for they had gotten extremely personal after dinner.

Flashback

Amy knocked on his apartment door, feeling the butterflies flying around at hypersonic speed in her stomach. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this. She was putting everything on the line for a man she barely knew! Her breathing began to quicken as thoughts of how dangerous this really was swam around in her head. But as soon as she saw his welcoming smile and honest green eyes, Amy knew she couldn't just leave now.

"Hey, I thought I heard you out here," he said.

She nodded, completely speechless. He led her inside and let her admire his impeccable décor, accepting all of the compliments humbly. It was then that Zach held out his hand, silently asking for Amy's so he could lead her into the dining room.

Everything changed with that one touch.

Dinner was sweet with roses and candles, and the food was delicious as it looked. Flirtatious glances were passed back and forth as they had made small talk. However, school was left out of the conversation entirely, and that was what Amy wanted. She had laughed a lot, more than she had for a while now. There was just something about Zach that made her comfortable…and happy. As dessert came to an end, Amy made a move to get up to leave.

"Thanks, Zach," she said, hesitating in calling him by his first name.

"My pleasure. I really hope we can do this again some day," he replied, smiling at the fact she had called him Zach.

She was about to slip her heels back on when she had felt him gently tug on her arm so that she was facing him again. Her face flushed a slight red, and she was thoroughly confused as to why she reacted so strongly to his one touch. Amy felt Zach moving closer and closer to her face, and shut her eyes in anticipation.

But he never kissed her.

Amy had opened her eyes, rejection and doubt beginning to settle into her heart. She was already having such a hard time believing she had fell for him, but here he was throwing it back into her face.

"Maybe…maybe this was a bad idea. I don't want to see you getting hurt," he whispered.

She nodded, numb from any emotion. Shaking out of his light grasp, Amy slipped on her shoes and exited the apartment. Her body began to shake as she waited for the elevator, tears forming for no apparent reason. Well, there was the fact that she was just dumped…on the first date.

Needing something to get her mind off of her current situation, she began to push the down button on the elevator continuously. It was on about her fortieth click that she felt Zach wrap his hand around her arm again. Amy looked up at him questioningly, about to ask what he was doing out here, when he had slammed his lips down onto hers. They had stumbled back into his apartment, tearing off each other's clothes by the time they reached his bedroom. He had picked her up easily, laying her down on the bed to admire her beauty.

"There's no going back if you don't leave now, Amy. Can you handle everything that's going to be coming our way?" Zach questioned.

Amy wasn't sure she could handle anything at all, but she did know that she couldn't let a chance to be with this man go. Whatever the consequences were, she would face them with her head held high and Zach by her side. She just knew it.

"Are you ready to be stuck with me for a little bit?" she asked.

"I'm ready to be stuck with you for a while," he said, smiling against her lips.

Present

She had spent the night with him, and she remembered how they made whispered promises to each other as their bodies came together. It was bizarre, and extremely unfathomable as to how she had fallen so hard for him after one date. Amy had been with other guys previously, but her gut was telling her that she would regret it for the rest of her life if she had let this one go. She knew it was extremely cliché for her to think that way, but it was true on so many different levels.

And here they were now, growing stronger and more in love each passing day. She leaned into his embrace, giving him another long kiss.

"I should get to class," she whispered.

Zach picked up her books and fallen bag, keeping a hand on everything until he was sure that she had complete control of all her books. They smiled at each other as she left, secretly promising to meet up with each other somewhere after school.

Amy was an exceptionally intelligent girl with her vast amount of knowledge, which was how she got an early acceptance to NYU, but she was sure of one thing above everything else.

This was love.


End of Chapter Two

This chapter was just all about the love lives of the different girls, excluding Raye. I'm going to have her story come in gradually.

Takes literally forever for me to update, doesn't it? Sorry!

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sarrang


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