Good day everyone.
So here's the new chapter. I really hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think.
TropicalRemix: LOL. He sure is. Although, I'm not letting him off that easily:D
C.R. Carlyle: I updates as soon as I could. Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy this chapter
Brewbaby09: LOL, well I think Hiro is just too stubborn to understand that he needs to run away.
AimlesslyGera: LOOL, I know. I honestly thought for a second that Mamoru should get a little moody, like the anime Mamoru. However...well, I think it's better if you just read this chapter. I don't want to spoil anything. I love that song, how awesome that my story reminds you of that Keep up with your encouraging words my friend. Thank you so much.
Sesshy's Rose: Well, Usagi is only 16. Teenager intend to see everything as their fault, or someone else's lol. Read this chapter and let me know what you think. Enjoy.
Elendrhys: Mon ami, je vous remercie de vos aimables paroles. J'ai eu effectivement quelques difficultés à écrire le scense intime, donc je suis très heureux que vous les avez trouvé vulger attrayant et non. Je suis également reconnaissant pour vos encouragements et des applaudissements. Profitez de ce chapitre
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To another "Guest" who has been kind enough to leave me a review: I am also totally here for a jealous prince of earth :D I also feel sorry for Hiro, although, it is not right to kiss someone else's partner, but we all know the matter of the heart is just so hard to overlook
Enjoy this chapter everyone, and to those of you who live in Canada, have a great long weekend!
Author's POV:
He reached out his right hand and wiped away the fog from the small mirror. He looked at his reflection. The young man that was staring back at him seemed so unfamiliar to him.
His cobalt eyes weren't focused and they seemed so tired, although accentuated with an obvious gleam of anger and hurt.
His wet raven bangs were hugging his forehead, and he could feel the small drops of water trailing along his neck. His broad shoulders were slacked, and his abdomen was tense; his whole body was tense actually, and he didn't care. He kept looking at himself; all the while he could hear the faint sound of her soft sobs from the bedroom.
He sighed and averted his eyes to the bathroom door. The shower hadn't helped him one bit. He was still angry and upset and outraged and...and... hurt; and the sound of Usagi's sobs was just adding more hurt to his heart.
He looked back at his reflection again. A mental image flashed in his mind; one that he was trying so hard to pull out from his head.
The one image that would surely endanger Kousei Hiro's well being very soon.
Hiro's POV:
Heavy panting, soft flesh, creamy legs and silky sweet lips were the only things within my reach and feeling system. Was I in heaven?
I could feel her legs being pushed to the surface behind her, as I caressed the soft flesh of her tights. My chest was intimately touching her tiny upper body while I held her pinned to the wall.
My lips were locked onto hers, and I was plunging my tongue into her mouth feverishly, a perfect reflection of what I was going to do to her hot core within minutes. Her sweet taste was blocking any thoughts being formed in my head.
I reached up the hand that was drawing circles on her tights to her perfect forearm and collarbone; my other hand was still holding her bottom off the ground, she was so light, like a feather.
I descended my hand to her breast and started massaging that small flesh of pleasure. I couldn't get enough of her. I couldn't wait to hear her moans calling out my name in pure ecstasy and satisfaction.
I descended my hand further down and took a hold of the hem of her outfit. The dress was a little hiked up around her tiny waist, as I was pushing my front into her. I reached down her white skirt and pulled away her panties, my knuckles brushed along the soft skin of her tights and I groaned with pleasure. I was so hard I could feel myself digging a hole into her stomach. But as I was about to push my finger inside of her and feel her walls around myself, to toy with her a little and prepare her for what was about to come, I pulled away from her lips to inhale much needed oxygen into my dry lungs.
"Hiro-san, no, stop, I beg you, please, please let me go, don't touch me. Stop, please..."
I froze. Her heartbroken cry out and the urgency in her tone had my whole body stiff with awareness. I abruptly pulled away from her and slowly brought her back onto her feet. I stared at her face, her kiss-swollen lips, her flushed cheekbones and her sad eyes... her big blue sad and teary eyes...
I woke up startled. I thought I would choke on the lump in my throat. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything. I looked around my small room in a frantic gesture, as if to make sure that I was in the safety of my own surroundings.
This was my punishment. I had forced myself on Usagi, the last person on earth I wanted to hurt, and now I was even having dreams about it. Was I really going to violate her?
I sat on my bed. I could feel the cold sweat going down my bareback. I leaned my elbows on my knees and held my head in my hands. I closed my eyes and tried to take a few deep breaths.
What had I done?
Author's POV:
45 minutes ago:
"Hiro-san...he kissed me..."
Usagi didn't know why she had to tell him now; especially after their passionate time together. Why did she have to get him to bed and have him pour out his heart to her and then confess this horrible truth to him? Why hadn't she told him before? Like, when she unlocked the bathroom door and saw him on the other side? Or when she was sitting on his lap on the drive back home? Why did she have to tell him right now?
She could feel Mamoru's hand stilled above her head, where it was caressing her long hair. She could hear his breathe hitched in his throat with her declaration and she couldn't dare look at him; she couldn't get herself to turn around and face him.
She felt tears rushing to her eyes and her body started to shake.
What had she done?
"What did you say?"
Usagi's heart missed a beat upon hearing his dangerous voice. Even though he seemed calmed and collected, but there was just something in his voice that made her hold her tongue and bury her face in the pillow.
She felt her tears barely touching her face and being absorbed in the pillow. She bit her tongue to prevent any sobs coming out of her mouth.
Suddenly she felt his hands going about her bare shoulders and pulling her up almost too roughly. She gasped when she felt her body being lifted up and turned around all too suddenly. Next thing she knew she was sitting right in front of Mamoru crossed legged and was staring into his rigid face. The thin sheet around her upper body was long gone and she was sitting in front of him almost naked.
"I asked you a question Usagi," he asked again. His voice had no emotion in it. It was just... cold.
She kept staring at him, wide eyed. She was frightened. She was seriously frightened of her boy friend, her prince, and the love of her life. She couldn't muster a word and really, what was there to say? She had confessed a horrible thing and now she had to wait for his reaction.
Mamoru's eyes were transfixed on her eyes. His dark blue orbs were pouring some unfamiliar feeling into her soul. His hands were holding her shoulders, maybe a little too rough, but she didn't dare ask him to loosen his hold on her.
She felt her heart hammering violently against her chest and when staring at his eyes got too much for her, she averted her eyes on to her shaky hands that were resting on her lap.
Mamoru's right hand hurriedly went to her chin and brought her gaze back to his face.
"What did you say Usagi?" he put emphasis on each of the words, as if speaking to an 8-year-old who had trouble understanding; but, still no reply from her.
Mamoru tightened his hold on her chin and brought her closer to his face.
"Did cat bite your tongue all of a sudden? I asked you a question," his voice was low and dangerous once again. The fire he felt within himself was slowly peeking his ugly head above the ashes. He needed her to repeat what she had said. He wasn't even sure if he heard her correctly the first time.
"He... he... kissed me," came Usagi's weak respond and as soon as those words left her mouth, she pulled her face out of his grip and buried it in her hands and started crying.
Mamoru's shoulders tensed. He felt his heart that had previously stopped beating, now throbbing so hard that he could actually see the movement on his chest.
A mental image flashed in his mind and he immediately felt sick.
Mamoru saw him, embracing his girl friend tightly against his form and pressing himself into her. His mouth locked onto hers while his hands were buried in her silky golden locks; just like his hands were a little while ago.
He felt sick. He truly felt something clutching at his insides and twisting them in some weird direction.
He continued staring at Usagi with eyes that had went three shades darker with outrage and pain.
"Did you like it?"
Usagi immediately looked up at him with horror, her eyes were popping out of her face and tears were bursting out of them. Her face was red and her golden hair was everywhere. She lunged herself at his direction and put her tiny hands on his chest.
"No...no...that's not what happened. Mamo-chan I swear. That's not what happened. I didn't want him to...Mamo-chan you have to believe me. Please, you have to believe me," she said urgently and desperately. Her heart was breaking with the look she was seeing in his eyes. How could he question her loyalty to him? Didn't he know that he was the love of her life? Couldn't he see how scared and ashamed she was? Why wasn't he saying anything?
She let out a sharp whimper when Mamoru slowly pulled away from her and walked along the room to the adjoining bathroom. He then went inside and without saying one word, "one tiny word", he closed the door.
Mamoru's POV:
I was a lone wolf, or at least, that's what Motoki always called me, "you just lack social behavior Mamoru-kun and I bet you have never been in love either. You're just too cold to have those kinds of emotions," he had said to me with a loud laugh, shortly after we had met. His honest declaration had caught me off guard and I actually hated him for a while. Who was he to question my social ability and personal life? He didn't know anything about me, how could he judge me that easily.
But after I got to know him better, I understood him better and I understood why he saw me as a lone wolf.
Friendship with Motoki had taught me so many things. He taught me how to be more accepting of other people, how to be friendlier around them and how to control myself when I didn't like something, or someone.
So when I met Usagi and started to fall in love with her, I had already accomplished "some" minor positive aspects in my personality.
I wasn't a complete "lone wolf" anymore.
But it was her who taught me how to love and how to feel loved. It was her, who pulled me out of my infinite darkness and little by little, scratched away my walls; walls that I had built around myself for years.
She was the first person who was able to touch the depths of my heart, caressing it in a ways I didn't know possible. And then one day, she just took it out my chest and never gave it back! My heart belonged to her now; I was no longer the owner.
She was my home, my princess, my salvation, my "everything"; and someone, who had disguised himself as my friend, was trying to get her away from me.
I fisted my hand when the thought passed my mind and forced myself to take a deep breath. I remembered Hiro's lingering stare at her at Naru's birthday party. I remembered his angry stare at Aiya when I confronted her when she said those things about Usako. I also remembered what he had said to Aiya after my departure that day; I remembered how angry Motoki had sounded when he repeated those words to me. And then, that mental image came to me again and I closed my eyes.
I was still standing in the foggy bathroom, unable to move away from the mirror. The image of Hiro kissing Usagi wouldn't leave me alone and I wanted to throw up.
I felt something clutching at my heart and twisting it. Where was this utter pain coming from?
I could no longer breathe in that small hellhole. I wrapped a towel around my waist and slowly stepped out to the bedroom. I could feel the drops of water on my bare torso.
It was still dark outside and I wasn't able to see Usako clearly. Once my eyes got use to the dark, I was able to make out her silhouette on my bed. She hadn't move one bit ever since I had left her there. She was still sitting on the bed and she was hugging her knees. My dark bed sheet was wrapped around her body and her face was buried in her arms. My heart swelled with pain with that image.
Why had I left her here like this? Without saying one word to her? Why did I make it as if it was her fault?
I slowly walked my way to the bed and then sat on the edge. I knew she felt my presence near her, but she didn't look up at me.
I continued looking at her in the dark. Her porcelain skin had an odd contrast against the dark sheets and her hair was hugging her body like a shield; cascading her back and slim shoulders. She looked so small and vulnerable at that moment.
I finally reached out my arm and touched her shoulder gently. She jumped a little under my touch, but didn't leave her position.
That simple touch violently brought back the image of her and Hiro back to my mind and I felt a sudden rush of anger pulsing into my veins; I felt my eyes go blind with hatred.
I hated him, I hated Kousei Hiro.
"Why are you still crying?" I heard my dry voice. I could feel her trembling body under my touch, but she still didn't say anything to me.
"Usagi look at me," I demanded. I needed to see her face; I needed to see something, anything in her eyes.
I desperately needed assurance that she still loved me.
"Look at me damn it, stop crying," I finally snapped. I felt some sort of weird explosion happening in my brain and all the blood in my body rushed to one specific place that wasn't connected to the rest of my being! I wasn't unfamiliar with being angry or hurt, for I had my own share of those feelings in my life. But this new feeling... I didn't know that I could hate this much and be outraged this much! I needed to burst out in someway, for I was sure I was going to have a heart attack.
I grabbed her tiny shoulders harshly and pulled her towards myself. She gave out a little cry of pain and tried to resist my tight hold, while trying to hold the sheet around her body.
"Tell me what happened damn it? Why did you go to that fucking party? Did you know he was going to be there, is that why you went there?" I knew I was being unreasonable and so out of line. I knew she didn't want to go there, and I also knew she didn't have any means to know that he was going to be there. But... but I didn't care. The jealousy within me was getting the best of me. All I could think about was Hiro's lips touching hers. He had tasted what belonged to me; he had no right!
She was now looking at me as if I had gone mad; and I had. I was beyond mad actually.
"Why don't you say anything? Tell me... tell me what happened? Did you like his kiss Usagi? Did you want him to kiss you?"
"NO...NO..." her sudden cry out surprised me. I wasn't ready for her reaction, and even though my hold on her shoulders was tight, but she managed to pull herself out of my grasp and shove herself away from me on the bed. That small act of defense just got me angrier. Was she running away from me?
"I didn't want him to kiss me, I pushed him away. It came out of nowhere, Hiro-san he... I DIDN'T WANT HIM TO KISS ME. I don't even remember how, why..." she cried out.
I fisted my hands and pushed myself towards her once more. She was shaking with frustration, hurt and anger and I could see how her tiny hands were clutching the sheet around her chest.
Hearing those words from her mouth and putting her, him and the word "kiss" in one sentence blinded me with possessiveness. I didn't want to hear her anymore; I didn't want to hear her say that again.
So when I lunged myself at her and pinned her to the mattress beneath my large form, it was only partially because I wanted her to stop saying those words; but above all, I wanted to claim what was mine.
"Stop talking Usagi, stop saying his fucking name. You went there and you let him kiss you, you let him do that. You had no right...you had no right to do that...you're...you're mine damn it..."
I forcefully pinned her arms above her head and pulled the thin sheet away from her body. I needed to feel her nakedness against my body. I needed assurance that she was mine. I needed to know that her heart, body and soul all belonged to me.
I heard her cry out in alarm when I pushed myself against her, but I didn't give her anytime to protest. I seized her lips in the most demanding kiss that I had ever stolen from her.
I could taste the saltiness of her tears on her lips, but even that bitterness couldn't hide the simple sweetness that was purely Usako. Her taste drove me crazy. I licked her lips again and again, and once she opened her mouth in comply with my demand, I invaded her mouth like a dying man. I could feel that she was slowly coming out of her haze and kissing me back. But I was also aware that she was trying to slow things down. I couldn't slow things down even if I wanted to.
My naked upper body pushed her tiny frame into the mattress. The fact that she was completely naked and at my mercy shot an arrow of pleasure down my spine. I wanted to claim her again. Even though I'd already had her only an hour ago, but my need to be with her was just too strong. I left her sweet mouth and brought my desperate lips to her neck, her jaw line and her collarbone before I seized her tiny nipple into my mouth. She moaned out loud. I started twirling her erect flesh in my mouth, nipping it, biting it. God, I was going crazy with lust, hunger and jealousy.
"Mamo-chan...aaah...please," her harsh moan snapped me out of my own haze. I switched to her other nipple as I always paid equal attention to both of them.
That fucking image suddenly came to my mind again and the possessive side of me roared once more. I pushed away from her and balanced myself on one elbow while my other arm went around my waist to pull away the towel.
Usako opened her eyes, and I have no idea what she saw in mine, because the next thing I know, I was being pushed away from her.
I immediately lost my balance and dropped on my back. She pulled herself away from me, along with the sheet and stood up beside the bed.
I stared at the ceiling and then closed my eyes, trying to regain my control. The only sounds in the room were that of our heavy panting. I opened my eyes and cracked my head to the side to look at her. Her upside down image was a bit blurry in my lustful haze. She had wrapped the damn sheet around her chest once again, her hair loose around her and she was shaking.
"Come back here Usagi..." I almost ordered her in a voice that I myself couldn't recognize.
She didn't move.
I slowly started to sit up on the bed. I turned fully towards her, "come here..." my voice had lost its previous demanding tone and was now a little pleading.
"I don't...I don't want to" I heard her small respond.
I wrapped the towel around myself once again and started to stand up. She took a step backwards...she took a step away from me!
"Are you running away from me?" I gazed at her, as I felt my anger rising up again.
She didn't answer me with words, but she rather took another small step away from my approaching form.
"What the hell are you thinking? Do you think that I'm going to hurt you?" I asked her darkly. My eyes were narrowed at her and my hands were fisted beside me. I wasn't able to fulfill my need of being with her and now she was acting as if I was forcing myself on her! I wanted to... I wanted to...I had no fucking idea what I wanted to do!
"Did you move away from him when he tried to kiss you?" I said out loud and time froze for a minute.
Usako's eyes widened with horror and complete pain as she stared up at me. I could see the glimpse of tears gathering in her blue orbs. She hugged the sheet with more force around her chest, as if she was trying to shield herself against my hurtful words.
She stared at me for little longer with watery eyes. I watched her as her head started to descent on her neck, in utter surrender and pain.
I knew I was being hateful and unfair; but I had said those words and the damage was done. I had no idea what to say to her, and a part of me actually wanted to know the answer to that question.
We stood there for what it seemed like an eternity. I watched her as she sobbed to herself over and over again. Her shoulders shaking with pain as she tapped her tiny foot against the wooden floor with impatience and anger.
"I didn't want him to kiss me," I heard her shaky voice. Her eyes were hidden under her disheveled bangs and I couldn't see her face.
"I tried to push him away, I did push him away... I...I..." she trailed off as she started to cry in anguish and pain.
My fisted hands were starting to hurt me. I could almost feel the blood that I was about to drain out of my palms. I was an idiot, a sad excuse for a boy friend.
Another guy had kissed her, a stranger had forced his self on her and here I was trying to reclaim my stupid male ego.
She was violated in a way, and I hadn't done anything but to attack her and intimidate her. I felt sick at myself. I was a disgusting human being and a shitty boy friend. Her state of confusion and dread was slowly clawing its way to my heart and that hateful veil was being lifted from my eyes. I was an idiot!
I took a few small steps towards her; slowly and carefully. I'd hurt her enough for one night. I reached out my arm to pull her in my embrace, but she felt my approach and suddenly side stepped me in an unbelievable speed and ran out of the room. She looked like a tiny frightened fairy; with her long golden hair and that dark sheet loosely around her petite body. I stood there for a second and gazed at the spot she had been standing at.
What had I done?
I ran after her, as I knew she had a speed of a panther and if I didn't get to her now, I probably wouldn't get to her soon; even though deep down I knew she wouldn't run away to the street with nothing but a bed sheet!
I found her on the balcony. She had one hand holding on to the sheet and the other was clutching the railing. She was looking up at the moon; her most favorite planet in the galaxy.
I slowly went up to stand behind her, but I didn't dare touch her. Not after her last reaction to me.
"Tell me what happened, please...I just...I can't get this fucking image out of my head," I pleaded with her. I wanted to know what exactly had happened. How did the two of them ended up alone? Or had he kissed her in front of everyone else? I just wanted some answers. I needed those answers.
She didn't turn around or even avert her eyes away from the moon, I could see her shoulders shaking with her soft crying, and a sob would escape her lips now and then.
"I don't know what happened. I went there because Minako-chan wanted to go...she said that she was going with that guy, and although I didn't want to go, but I didn't want her to go alone..." she finally started to talk.
She slowly started to regain her control and give me what I needed to know. Pausing every now and then. But I didn't care; as long as I could get some answers, she could take whatever time she needed.
"And then he was there. I didn't see him at first, but then I was eating a brownie and he came up to me and said hi. And then, he told me to throw away the brownie, he told me not to eat it anymore. But...I was so confused and a little scared...he said I shouldn't eat that brownie," she paused again.
My heart was hammering feverishly against my chest. Why had he done that? Why would he deny Usako of that brownie? Why would he ask her to...
My eyes widened with realization. A flashback of Usako's odd behavior, her red eyes and abnormal pupils came to my mind. Were those pot brownies? Was she drugged?
If I knew Akito, and believe me I knew him enough, I should have known that alcohol would be the simplest thing at his parties. I was an idiot! I should have known that she was under something. I remembered her bold seductions and her sly smile; she was drugged and she didn't even know it!
If it were any other time, I would have been furious and upset at the fact that she had consumed a pot brownie, although she didn't know what they were. But this wasn't any other time. She had been exposed to a college party, without my protective eyes on her, and she had experienced something new, even though she didn't know it.
The kiss... the kiss was something that I wanted to focus on for now.
"Then, I don't remember what happened. I just know that I was outside, maybe on a patio, and I was dancing, the moon reminded me of the time we shared dancing up there and I felt so happy. I don't even know why I felt so happy! And then...and then he pulled me, and he just...he just kissed me," Usako's voice snapped me out of my reverie.
With those last words, she dropped her head in her hands and started to cry harder than before. My heart tightened upon hearing her.
I finally closed the gap between us and reached out to her. I pulled her against my body, and thankfully, she didn't run away from me this time. I tightened one arm around her shoulders and brought the other one around her waist and flat stomach to lift her up from the ground. She didn't protest to any of it; but she was still hiding her face and crying.
I walked back inside, with her in my arms and walked us towards the bedroom once more. It was almost dawn and we both had one hell of an exhausting night. We had enough talking done in one night. Now I knew what had happened; the rest could wait for later.
I gently laid Usako down on the bed; I could see goose bumps on her forearms. I carefully tucked her in and then went to my closet to put on a pair of boxers. I then walked to the window and shut my dark curtains more securely. Usako needed her sleep, and she couldn't do that under the sunlight.
I walked back to the bed and lay down beside her. She was lying on her back and her eyes were now fixed to the ceiling; small crystal like tears would escape her eyes every once in a while.
I laid down on my side facing her. Her breathing was now a little more relaxed, but I could see complete exhaustion evident on her heart shaped face.
"I'm sorry," I heard myself. She kept her eyes on the ceiling, "I shouldn't have snapped at you. It's just that...he had no right to touch you...I'm so sorry..."
"I didn't want him to touch me" she hurriedly cut me off as she finally glanced at me. Her cute little nose was all red and her eyes were still watery.
I reached out my hand and stared to caress her cheek. I sighed in relief when she leaned into my touch.
"I know, I know...it's just that...I was so worried about you tonight. I didn't know where you were I didn't know who you were with. And then I find you at a party, with him there. And then... he kissed you. Every time I think of it, I feel sick to my stomach, I feel sick Usako," I cried out in pain. I shut my eyes tightly to get rid of that mental image again. Hiro's lips on...
I felt something soft touched my face. I immediately opened my eyes and was greeted by the most loving eyes that I could have imagined.
She pulled herself against me and shaped her delicious little body against my torso. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer.
"I know I have hurt you Mamo-chan...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have gone there in the first place. I was just so mad at you...mad at the fact that you never showed up to Unazuki's party. I felt so alone and hurt," she confessed against my neck, where she was hiding her face.
"I fell asleep Usako...I am so sorry. I am a horrible boy friend, a shitty boy friend," I confessed to her, "I came there as soon as I woke up. But you were already gone. I went everywhere looking for you...and then Motoki told me..." she put her thin finger on my lips and silenced me.
"I know you looked for me. I'm sure of that...I'm...I'm just so tired Mamo-chan...and my whole body hurts..." she sighed, her voice was already heavy with sleep. I knew her energy had left her body all too sudden.
I didn't say a word. I simply put my other arm beneath her and pulled her up on my chest. I needed her to be that close to me tonight.
And as Usako laid on my chest, her head against the crook of my neck and her hot breath caressing my neckline, I thought about all the things I had heard.
I was so exhausted and tired and...angry.
I was still angry with him. And I knew that anger wouldn't go away anytime soon. The image of his lips on my girl friends' and his roaming hands on her body flashed in my head again and I groaned with anguish and outrage.
Kousei Hiro was a dead man!
Hiro's POV:
I was holding my head high and was trying to breath through my mouth. I never knew how hard it was to just concentrate on your breathing through the mouth.
The air was crisp and the sun was shining brightly. But I neither cared, nor had the spirits to enjoy the beautiful day.
"OH MY GOD, HIRO-KUN, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" I heard Aiya's horrified cry out.
My eyes snapped open and I took a glance at her from the corner of my eye. I could almost see the image I was making in her eyes.
My hair was all messed up and my slack form on the bench was just too lazy. The front of my white volleyball shirt had drops of blood all over it, and my nose was still bleeding. I hadn't done anything to stop it. I just sat there and held my head high up in the air, with a hand on my forehead.
"You're just so lucky Mamoru-kun isn't here," he had said to me.
But I knew that even though Chiba Mamoru hadn't been there today, but soon enough, he would come for me.
And I was ready. I was ready for him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon and its fabulous characters in anyway. I wish I did. But I don't. All the delightful rights of this wonderful manga/anime and its characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.
