Love Picked Petals

Sesshy's Mistress

Summary: Each flower held it's own meaning, just like the men they represented. A Side Series of one-shots to my story, Disturbia. WK/SM

Disclaimer: I do not own either series or the characters therein, just the crazy ideas…

Note:….um…find it at the bottom….

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Lily – Resurrection

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She had never forgotten his face, the sound of his voice, the feel of his skin, or the heat of his gaze. How could she forget the man she loved? She couldn't. That's not to say she didn't try. She did. She fought to forget and live in sweet ignorant bliss, but there were too many reminders. The pain was suffocating.

During the day she was forced to watch on as other's lived their lives in complete bliss, unaware of the sacrifices made to keep them happy and ignorant to the danger. For that reason, she resented the planet she had once yearned to be a part of so long ago. It wasn't enough that the earth itself was a painful reminder of the one she lost, the one who made her whole.

Compared to the nightmares, however, everything else didn't matter. Every time she closed her eyes she was haunted by his. The events leading up to his death replayed over and over without ceasing, tormenting her to no end. She would wake up in a sweat, tears like waterfalls dripping down her face. She would cry. Cry more. Then fall asleep only to repeat the process a hour later.

Eventually, as time went by, she figured out a way to avoid the nightmares and other painful reminders. She didn't sleep for days on end. That was the first move. As the sleep deprivation took hold, she began to lose her grip on reality. She was a zombie. Not literally a flesh eating zombie, but a person who walked the earth without really belonging or being a part of it.

For a while, she lived like this in complete and utter contentment. She worried what little friends she had left, but they didn't matter. They, too, eventually faded away. All but Naru, sweet Naru. She stayed by her side through thick and thin, trying to pull her friend from the depressive and unhealthy state of mind.

"Usagi-chan," Speaking of Naru, Usagi's dull gaze turned to find the red head standing over the desk. A look of worry was etched across the her features.

"Come on, Usagi-chan," Naru grabbed her hand, pulling Usagi from her seat and leading the unresponsive blond out of the school and towards the gates. Usagi had all but given up on questioning Naru on her motives. It seemed like every other day the girl was dragging Usagi to a different place, trying to get her back to some sense of normalcy.

"I need to run by and confirm an order at the flower shop, and you're coming with me," Naru tugged harder on Usagi's hand, forcing the girl to stumble forward faster. A small pang echoed through her chest. Naru was getting married in only another few short weeks. Though it took a while, she had managed to talk Usagi into participating, even though it was painful.

A painful reminder of what would never be for her and…and…

Usagi continued to allow Naru to drag her towards their destination. Naru, while pulling Usagi along, began to tell her friend of the new flower shop that had been reopened. It took twenty minutes to get to the flower shop, and in that time, Usagi knew almost everything there was to know about each guy.

Naru was a very detailed person, especially when it came to guys.

"Looks like it's busy today," Naru mumbled in irritation. Usagi, slightly confused at her friends change in demeanor, peered over Naru's shoulder. The sight she saw was quite startling. A large mob of girls, mostly young ones, were blocking the front entrance of a store. From the large display of flowers, Usagi assumed it was the place Naru had been meaning to visit.

"You can't be serious?" Naru sighed as they drew closer. All of the girls were screaming and jumping around in excitement.

"Good luck," Usagi said to her friend while trying to wrestle her hand free from Naru's tight grip. No such luck.

"I'm not going in alone," Naru sounded insulted at the mere idea.

"Then you should have dragged along Umino," Usagi countered without stopping her struggles. Still, Naru held tightly. After a few more minutes of trying, Usagi finally conceded and allowed Naru to drag her through the sea of underdeveloped, boy obsessed school girls who obviously had nothing better to do with their time other than glare, curse, and jab every other girl, including Naru and Usagi.

Finally, Naru managed to get them inside. The store was quite cool and it was filled with the scent of many different flowers. Some of the eccentric school girls had managed to work their way into the store, but, unlike the ones outside, these pretended to browse the selections. Still, if you looked hard enough, one could tell that they weren't really interested in the flowers so much as the boys who cared for them.

"If you're not buying anything then get out!" An enraged voice yelled over the screams still coming from the fan girls. Usagi and Naru turned to find that the voice belonged to an irate redhead. His dark eyes glared daggers at each and every girl in and outside of the store.

"You failed to mention his lovely personality, Naru," Usagi leaned over to whisper to her scared friend. Naru audibly gulped and shifted her eyes from Usagi to Aya-san. The tall red head had not missed what Usagi had to say. His glare only intensified.

"I said get out," Aya snapped while setting down the bouquet he had just finished making.

"I'd love to," Usagi shrugged as she turned to leave; however, Naru still refused to release Usagi's hand, especially after Aya's outburst. "As you can see, I can't and, thanks to you, I probably will lose what little circulation I have left in my hand."

Before Aya could say any thing else, another person walked forward. He was shorter and clearly younger than the rest of the florists who ran the shop. Usagi seriously hoped his manners were better than red's had been.

"Naru-san!"

"Omi-chan," Naru smiled nervously and waved towards the short boy. Usagi stopped her glaring contest with the red head and turned to see who it was that Naru was so chipper at finding. She didn't know anyone by the name of Omi, and she and Naru shared all of the same classes.

The first thing Usagi noticed was his height. He was slightly shorter than she was so she figured he was a year or two younger. No wonder she didn't know or recognize him. She and Naru had only just started reconnecting since the last and final battle. Since becoming Sailor Moon, it had been too dangerous to keep friends or make new ones other than people related to Scout business. Now that all the battles were over and she was …alone, Usagi had the opportunity to reconnect and make new friends. Not that she wanted to. She missed her old friends.

Omi, the boy Naru was now happily talking to, had a mop of messy brown hair similar to Shingo's. He still had some baby fat on his cheeks, another supporter of him being younger. Finally, he moved his attention from Naru to her, and it was then that Usagi noticed his eyes.

Time seemed to stop and, in the distance, the sound of glass shattering echoed through her mind. His eyes were the same as Mamoru's. The exact same.

"Usagi-chan," Naru pulled on her friend's hand, trying to gain the other girl's attention.

Usagi didn't answer. She was too busy trying to control her breathing and preventing her heart from exploding in her chest. The pain was making itself known again.

The last time she saw those eyes…they had been glaring at her…

So full of hate…

Devoid of life…

"Usagi!"

Darkness swam around the edges of her vision before completely taking control. Usagi felt herself falling as her legs gave way. The pain erupted and swallowed her whole, making her numb.

She could just barely hear Naru's panicked voice fading as the static filled her senses. Another wave of pain rolled through her body, forcing her to succumb fully to the cold embrace that the darkness offered.

"…that's the fifth one this month, Aya," a teasing voice scolded another just as Usagi was beginning to regain consciousness. She was mentally more aware than physically capable at first. Her body and brain were fighting for control.

She felt movement coming from beside her followed by a cool, wet cloth being pressed to her forehead. The temperature change forced her to make her decision – get up and get out of there.

"I think she's waking up," the voice was familiar and with it came the ache. Groaning, Usagi blinked her eyes open only to meet the one's that caused her earlier distress. Alarmed, Usagi sat straight up and pushed as far away from the boy as possible.

"Be careful or you'll –"

"Ah," Usagi gasped when she ran out of bed. Her body toppled over the other side of the mattress, making her fall backwards to the floor, hitting her head again. The rest of her body fell pray to gravity and soon followed suit, leaving her in a very awkward position.

"Careful, beautiful," a deep voice cooed teasingly. Usagi growled lightly as she struggled to untangle herself from the covers that now wrapped around her body in a tight vice like grip.

"Here, let me help," Omi spoke as he moved to help her.

"NO!" Usagi yelled while managing to move into a sitting position. She was still tangled in the sheets and unable to move her arms or legs, but she could scoot herself back and into a corner. She wanted as far away from the boy as possible.

"Stay away from me," She didn't mean for it to sound as cold as it did, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't take the pain again.

"What's your problem?" The teasing tone had disappeared completely. Usagi shot the blonde a glare so strong that it surprised the poor guy.

"Where's Naru?" Usagi questioned while turning her gaze to the other three boys in the room. She made it a point to avoid looking at the shorter boy. She couldn't look into those hauntingly familiar eyes, no matter what.

"Downstairs," Omi spoke softly and shyly. He wasn't sure what he had done to upset the girl, but he did not wish to make matters worse.

Usagi nodded her head, but didn't spare him a glance.

"Why you ungrateful –"

"Usagi-chan?" Naru burst through the door and ran straight towards the blonde. "What on earth happened?" The red head worked to get the sheets untangled from her friend, but it was difficult. With a few tries, she managed to loosen them enough to where Usagi could slide free. Once she did, Naru was surprised to find herself in the death like grip of the blonde.

"I apologize for the trouble. Now, if you'll excuse us," Usagi made a dash for the door, dragging Naru with her. Yohji, Aya, and Ken turned expectant looks towards Omi, but the poor kid had no idea what was going on either.

"What's her problem?" Yohji grumbled before lighting one of his cigarettes.

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Next Day

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Naru sighed as she made her way back to the flower shop. Usagi had dragged her as far away from the flower shop as possible without slowing down her pace at all. It took a full five hours of calming the blonde to get any information out of her. Even then, it still took time to get her to open up about what had happened.

It was still early in the day and no school girls had managed to crowd the shop. Naru had thought it best that Usagi stay home from school today and had even volunteered to look after her; however, Naru felt bad for how everything ended the night before. She felt that the guys deserved an answer to Usagi's strange behavior.

So, with the excuse of needing to buy some new milk, Naru ran out of Usagi's apartment and headed straight for the flower shop. Taking a deep breath, she walked through the doors.

"Is Omi here?" Naru questioned Yohji who was sitting behind the counter. The blonde looked up from the magazine he was reading momentarily. It was obvious that the playboy was bored, but at the sight of Naru, he slammed the magazine down on the table.

"He's in the back," Yohji jerked his thumb towards a door that read 'Employee's Only'. "He'll be up in a few minutes. Is there something wrong?"

"I just wanted to apologize on my friend's behalf," Naru answered while lowering her head as she bowed to Yohji apologetically.

"What's her problem?" Yohji examined the girl with a critical eye.

"I-"

"Oh, Naru! I thought I heard you out here," Omi came walking through the door carrying a large armful of freshly cut roses. He carefully laid them out over the table before wiping his hands off on his apron. "How is your friend today?"

"That's what I came to talk to you about," Naru shuffled her feet nervously. She honestly did not enjoy talking about Usagi's situation with or without her friend's approval; however, she felt that Omi deserved it.

"Is she okay?"

"She's …okay," Naru sighed. "I wanted to apologize on her behalf. She recently lost her long time boyfriend and fiancé and is still suffering from the loss. You reminded her of him and the night he died," Naru winced as she tried to weave a believable tale that wouldn't give away Usagi's secret.

"I'm so sorry," Omi's happy face melted into a solemn frown. He understood the loss of someone close. Ouka flashed through his mind, making him wince at the ache her memory caused inside him.

"I don't know if she'll be able to come and apologize herself, but it isn't fair for you to not know why she reacted as she did," Naru finally looked up and spared Omi an apologetic look and bow.

"Still doesn't explain why she had to be so rude about it," Yohji whispered more to himself than anyone, but Naru still caught it.

"Have you ever been forced to watch the person you love be murdered right before your eyes?"

Yohji winced. He had, but she didn't know it and took it as a sign of regret for his harsh words.

"Have you ever had a loved one killed because someone else hated you and wanted you to suffer?"

Yohji and Omi's startled expressions turned towards Naru. When the red head realized what she said, she gasped and covered her mouth with shaking hands.

"I shouldn't have told you that. I apologize," Naru took a few steps back and moved towards the door. Both Yohji and Omi watched as Naru ran from the store.

"At least that explains a few things," Yohji mumbled before picking up where he left off on his magazine. Omi's gaze remained focused where Naru had been for a few more moment's before he returned the roses and pulled out several other kinds of flowers.

At Yohji's questioning gaze, Omi waved him off and continued to set to work on a new arrangement.

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Usagi was curled up in her favorite chair with a big bowl of ice cream in her hands. She had rearranged her furniture so that her chair sat directly before the TV. Surrounding it were various tissues, magazines, books, movies, chip bags, plastic cups, and other objects from her sorrow fest.

Naru had left for the night and promised to check in the next morning.

Usagi didn't care. All she wanted to do was ignore the world around her and fade back into the darkness.

The loud chime of the doorbell interrupted the solitude that Usagi had just managed to create. Someone up there really seemed to hate her.

Dragging her feet to the door, Usagi opened it and was surprised to find a large arrangement of flowers parallel with her face. She recognized the Forget-Me-Nots, Baby Breath, and a large type of Daisy.

"I have a delivery for Miss Usagi," the voice was mumbled and Usagi automatically stepped aside and opened the door to allow the deliverer entrance.

"Right this way," Usagi pulled her purse and other junk off the hallway table, giving the delivery guy a place to set the vase. Once he had, the boy turned to her and reached for his cap, pulling it off and revealing himself to be Omi.

Usagi reeled back almost as if she had been physically attacked by that movement. Panic streaked across her face and she prepared to bolt.

"Please, I'm sorry for coming here like this, but I wanted to say I'm sorry for your loss. Your friend, Naru, came by and explained everything," Omi waved a hand to the flowers.

"White Tulip – Lost Love; Forget-Me-Nots – Remembrance; Yarrow – Sorrow; Sea Statice – Sympathy; and Gerbera Daisy – Sadness," Omi pointed to each flower as he told their meaning. Usagi followed the movements of his hand, taking in the beauty of the bouquet. The soft white, blue, and purple mixture was a beautiful work of art.

"…I lost someone dear to me who I loved a while back… she…" Omi closed his eyes as he recalled the feel of Ouka's lifeless body falling against his body.

Usagi recognized the pain and guilt written upon his features; it was the same that she felt.

"Would you like to come in for some tea?" Usagi offered while moving to give him room to decide. Omi looked up suddenly, searching her face. Though she would not meet his gaze, she was looking at him; it was a step up in the right direction.

Omi nodded and accepted the invitation. That night, the two shared their stories of love gained, lost, and still remembered. They were both forced to edit certain details and, even though the other sensed it, neither spoke of it. They understood what it meant to lose the one you loved and not get over it.

It was that shared pain that helped make their friendship and kept it strong.

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Eh… Sorry, but I can't really see Usagi and Omi as a couple. I guess you could kind of see that. Maybe it's the mood I'm in or something. I'm not sure, honestly.

I apologize for the long wait in an update; however, I'm in the middle of raising money for childhood cancer awareness. This Saturday I will be shaving my head to raise money for my cause. So far I have managed to obtain a little over $450 dollars in donations. I set my goal at $500 but really hoped to raise $1,000. I still have some time and some people who promised to donate, so maybe I will make the 1k!

Anywho, RxR if you want. I really didn't like this chapter and I might do a second part to further their relationship. I'm not 100% sure, yet.

Sesshy's Mistress

RxR

PS: I think Aya will be next….