USAKO
Author SylviePrincipal
Summary Usagi is sick. And no one notices…or is it that they just don't care.
Nothing but porcelain underneath her skin.
Counting Crows
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Time seemed to slow down and her vision narrowed onto Mamoru's hands. Fear swelled up within Usagi's stomach like a sickness and she swallowed convulsively around the dryness in her throat.
"Give it back please." Mamoru narrowed his eyes at her clearly desperate expression and tone. Large blue eyes stared back into his beseechingly.
"Mamo-chan …please." Usagi felt sweat beginning to moisten her clenched palms when her boyfriend looked down at the thin red notebook within his grasp. Dark eyes looked up again into her own, and finally Mamoru handed her notebook back.
But the damage had already been done. Usagi could see it, heavy in his face, as the silence between the two stretched endlessly.
"…thank you." She offered a hesitant smile after sliding her book back into her purse. Mamoru shrugged and grinned slightly. With a half-hearted chuckle he pulled her into his arms gently.
"Usako, I'm sorry…"
She nodded, burrowing her thin face into his chest, breathing deeply as she relaxed. Still, Usagi didn't understand why he came back to her to apologize when it was obviously herself that was the cause. Weakly, she dug her blue tipped fingers into Mamoru's pale shirt, feeling another gathering of tears already on their way.
Why?
Why was she always so weak? - Usagi stiffened slightly, her eyes now open to stare past her boyfriend's warm arm. Outside the night sky was settling in, leaving the moon hanging swollen and silvery along the city's horizon. Inside her chest, Usagi could feel the dank slide of dread creeping into her heart again.
"…Usako." His voice was cold.
Mamoru's eyes were focused intently on his hands as he firmly slid them over usagi's shirt, the fabric pulling taught to expose the deep ridges of shoulder blades, the delicate line of vertebrae, and under his palm, feeling distinctly the rise and fall of each smooth rib. Dark hair shadowed his face from view, and he sighed deeply. Resting his cheek against her pale hair, Mamoru allowed his normally calm expression to crumble.
What…
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AN…wow it's been forever and a day. So sorry everyone, please forgive me. This is only the 2nd installment of Mamoru's chapter. There will be at least 1-2 more. Lets hope that I get it out soon eh?