Hey guys, so this is going to be the fourth chapter of "7 Years Of Bad Luck," and I am going to try to make things intense. I want to focus on Usagi this time so yup. Just a heads up.
Disclaimers...the usual.
This chapter is boring in my opinion, but please hold on!
Usagi had walked for thirty minutes until she had decided to release her grief and anger underneath a slide. She didn't care if the little kids saw her or not. She just didn't want to see anyone above the age of fifteen; including her friends because she didn't think that she could stand their questioning of her condition and situation. Hopefully Ami had told everyone else about it and had advised them to stay away from her because she needed time.
She needed time to clam down about the situation and to ignore the voices that were inside her head, the voice that taunted her and teased her about breaking the mirror. It even suggested her to let someone else adopt Maron. She was horrified when she heard that voice because it was her head that was making it, and that meant that in her mind, she wanted to get rid of Maron.
Her focus on her thoughts were ripped away from her when kids from the age six to eight crowded around her, carrying little stones from the playground. She winced when one of the little boys reached out to pinch her on the left arm. It hurt like hell.
The other children, seeing that one of them in their group had the guts to disturb a woman, only receiving nothing in return, decided to do what the boy had done. Swings were abandoned, seesaws lay there balanced, slides didn't shake from the weight of the children as more and more of them circled around Usagi. Some wondering why she was crying, and some feeling so temped to just annoy her and let her feel helpless.
Usagi inwardly winced as she saw a throng of little kids coming towards her direction. Through her tears and blurry vision, she easily saw them as monsters that was bloodthirsty for her soul and blood. Her imagination took her wild, and she soon saw them as her past nemesis from the Megaverse, Queen Beryl and Metalia and she screamed, unsuccessfully blocking it with her fist. The children, delighted that the strange weeping woman had screamed, ran towards her around an even tighter circle and threw little rocks at her face, arms, creating little imperfections on Usagi's usually perfect face.
"Stop it! Stop treating me like trash and go AWAY!" Usagi managed to gasp out through her tight throat. However, it sounded weak compared to her usual tone used to threaten youmas as Sailor Moon.
Nobody heard her and eventually Usagi started to embrace the pain.
'Maybe...if I get hit hard enough, I won't have to deal with these brats and the youmas. Maybe, beyond that, there is a better world that has the better equipments in the people. I really want to leave...'
But as Usagi thought of her friends, her cheerful friends that loved her so deeply as a friend, companion and soldier, she shoved that negative thought back into her "trash can."
'I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts. Hear no evil, see no evil...right?'
Then why did she hear the mirror crack then? Why, was it that when she had shattered her mirror, the sound had echoed in her mind more than it should have been? Was there a reason that this mirror left it's cry behind in her mind? Was her mirror...abnormal?
'I must be imagining things. Damn. Kids are back again with sticks.' Usagi braced herself for the following pain then though, 'Wait. I ca try to get out of here. I can go find another place to weep in.' Usagi tried to get up, only to find her wrists tied to the stands that were holding the playground up, and her feet buried under layers of soil mixed with water. (Don't ask her where that came from. Kids are sneaky.) Usagi sighed as she felt the warm water trickle down her ankles underneath the soil and she shuddered to think the state of her white socks right now. She didn't want to know.
The first blow was hard. It was painful and left an angry mark on her right arm. The kids screamed in delight and raised the stick, cheering on as Usagi shut her eyes tight with fear.
"Drop it." A new voice, full of authority and an amount of coolness directed it to the kids.
The children, seeing that this man meant business, scrambled away to their mothers, getting punished by them for attacking a women.
Usagi opened her eyes wide as she recognized that voice. It-It was...
Chiba Mamoru.
(Okay so now I am going to go to the first point of view of Usagi.)
The wind blew the few pieces of stray hair away from my face and I looked up to my savior. His midnight blue eyes drew my baby-blue eyes in and his ebony black hair was tousled as it often was when he was stressed.
Right now, I was just glad that it was tousled.
Because it meant that he was stressed out about the boys brutally hitting and throwing stones at me.
Because it meant that he cared about me.
Because it meant that he is a nice person.
"Usagi-chan, daijobu?" Mamoru asked me with a concerned expression etched onto his facial features.
"H-Hai...Daijobu." I muttered. "Well, not really. I am chained to th-this thing! And my FEET is BURIED INSIDE THE DIRT!" Heat rose to my face and I swore that I could feel the heat steaming right our of my ear. I was beyond mad. I was furious.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa Odango. Hold your horses, you can rage on the way to my house," He told me with a frown.
"Hold you horses? I never knew that an upperclass like you would use an idiom...And wait what? You're taking me to your apartment?!" I shouted all that out with a tinge of surprise hidden in it. He was taking me to his apartment?
And why would he do that?
Why would he want to all of the sudden take me to his house like I am welcome there? I thought that I wasn't an important part of his life. Even if he was in mine.
"I want to make sure that you're okay Usagi. I don't want kids to be bullying you because you were seeking solitude. I don't want the world to treat you the damn-hard way and so I am going to be there for you to make sure that you're alright. Okay?" Mamoru addressed.
I nodded my head. Mamoru stared walking away.
"Mamoru!" I shouted out.
"What is it Usagi?" He asked me, turning back around.
I glared at him and said, "First of all, baka, you just started walking without checking if I was following you or not. Second of all, you forgot that I am chained to this playground. Remember the tightly secured wrists around the poles? The feet that are soaked with mud by those devils? I'm the victim and you're not helping me!" I meant to make it sound like a joke, but I have been harsh. It has come out to be full of anger.
But, in a way, I was mad.
But no, not at him. I think.
Realizing that Mamoru would be mad, I bowed my head shamefully as he started to walk closer towards me. When he and I were face to face (err ish) I bowed my head down even more. But Mamoru only lifted my face up; curling his fingers around my chin and placing his lips close to my ears, (sending me chills down my back) talking in his soothest voice I had heard from him so far and said, "Daijobu Odango. I can't leave you here alone can I? I am a gentle man! (At this I rolled my eyes) I am not going to leave a beautiful lady out here all by herself."
I shushed up and absorbed his words, fascinated when I realized that I believed him. He would keep me safe.
Mamoru grabs my right foot and tugs. He pulls me free from the bonds of the Earth and I release a breath of relief.
My other feet is soon rescued by another hand. The very same hand that saved my right foot.
I bounce up and down in happiness and add a little bit of kicking.
When I finish, I noticed two things.
ONE.
I have managed to kick and attract Mamoru's attention. He was staring at me when I finished kicking. He had looked away and blushed.
TWO.
I got mud over his face.
Yup.
You heard me. I got MUD on an UPPERCLASSMAN's FACE!
I felt supreme; superior.
I laugh a merry laugh and wish for a moment that my hands were there to soothe my tummy that hurt from laughing.
"Hey Mamoru? Ca-Can you untangle my hands too?" I ask with a little bit of hope in my eyes.
He sighs and releases his hold on my waist. With a tinge of hesitance. Hesitance?
Why would he be hesitant? Did he really like me more than I thought would be possible? They very thought makes my heart flutter.
Mamoru stands up and walks to the pole, where my hands were tied to. He takes out a pocket-knife.
Wait what. A pocketknife?
"Since when did you carry a pocket-knife?" I ask in consternation.
Now that he is behind me, I find it harder to focus because I can feel his breath on my neck as he cuts the ropes away. I close my eyes and count to three.
"I might need it Odango." Is his simply yet arrogant response.
"No need to be annoyed Mamoru-baka." I shoot back.
"And no need for that ridiculous attitude Odango Atama." He retorts back, but with a tinge of friendliness in them.
"Fine, fine. Carry on. Cutting. Baka."
When he is done, I wrap myself with my hands and tuck in my legs to my chest.
I have never felt so happy in my life.
It takes me a moment to calm down, but once I do, I do something that surprises both me and him.
I hug him.
I bury my head into his chest, sighing contentedly telling him with modesty, "Arigatou. For saving me. And caring about my being."
I feel one of his hands wrap itself around my waist (again) and the other one on my head, soothing it. He then purrs back, "Lie. I need you in my life Usako. You have no idea what I would do without you. What I would do with no YOU in the Crown Arcade. I'll probably be miserable."
I am absolutely stunned.
I...am...important.
I am an important part of his life.
He likes me.
"YESSSSSSSS!" I shouted out in glee, hardly containing my happiness as I started to jump around. I loved that he likes me. It just felt nice.
"Okay, okay girl, we need to go."
And just like that.
The caring Mamoru is gone and the mean Mamoru is back.
I sigh and follow his steps to his house.
Hey guys!
So, I noticed that I left a really, really big part out of this story so this is the improvised version of it. I am sorry if you thought that it'd be another chapter. :(
I hope the new details made up for it though. :D