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Searching
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She clutched the phone tighter in her hand, her breathing getting more labored as agony overtook all of her senses.
"S-stop it!" She demanded harshly, hissing the words through her tightly clenched teeth.
"No! You can't do that!" She cried out, tears filling up her eyes. "If you do.... I'll, I'll leave!"
She bit her lip as harsh words were directed at her from the other end of the phone.
"You've pushed me long enough! I refuse to suffer this abuse!" She yelled. "You can go to Hell Josepi! I don't need you!" Angelina slammed the phone down, before running to her bedroom and throwing clothes into her suitcases.
"If-if you can't treat me right, than I won't stay with you!" She sobbed, before running to the nearest airport.
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Usagi closed her eyes and bit down on her lip.
'5 years' She thought idly. 'It's been 5 years without Mamoru or him.'
She opened her eyes and looked around the Arcade Fruit Parlor carefully. Minako was helping Usagi search for Mamoru, even though it seemed as if he disappeared off the face of the planet.
'That wouldn't really surprise me though.' She though with a lazy smile on her face.
She heard the ringing of bells, signalizing the entrance of new customer. She stared down at her juice, expecting Minako to plop down right beside her, only to meet the cool green of Motoki's eyes.
"Onii-san..." She whispered uncertainly. She hadn't seen Motoki ever since Minako and her decide to have their meetings upstairs of the Arcade area.
Motoki's green eyes showed little emotion at the once used nickname. He stared at Usagi's frost blues before closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.
"Please don't make me regret this Usagi-san. I'm only telling you as a warning." He sighed.
"Telling me what?" She asked softly averting her eyes down to her pink soda.
He sighed once more, and got up slowly. He walked around to her, noticing her entire body going ridged, before whispering into her ear.
"Mamoru come back Sunday."
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Mamoru stared at the glittering lights of Paris, drinking in the sight for the last time. He turned around slightly to see Angelina doing the same.
"Can you believe it's been 5 years already?" She whispered, turning around to face him as well.
He nodded his head, fingering the bracelet that Angelina had made for him when they were in Moscow.
"It's been a good 5 years though hasn't it?" Mamoru said with a light smile.
Throughout those 5 years, Mamoru and Angelina traveled the world, from New York to Paris, drinking the sights, sometimes picking up souvenirs for friends at home and taking snapshots of each place.
"Are you saying this is the end of our amazing adventure?!" Angelina cried in mock shock.
"Of course not!" He yelled in mock outrage. "We still haven't battled any monsters yet!" He said in a jokingly tone. Though, silently thankful that no youmas had come to ruin his wonderful time abroad.
"I guess you are right Mamo." Angelina said with a happy grin.
"I'm always right Angie." He said with teasing smile.
She groaned. "5 years and you still can't say my name."
"Exactly my sentiments."
She shook her head. "We should get back to the hotel and pack if we're going to Tokyo."
Mamoru shook his and closed his eyes. 'Please, don't let there be any problems.' He silently begged, before stepping out of the restaurant and walking side-by-side with Angelina.
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Minako listened carefully to Usagi's ecstatic news. She smiled slightly and clutched her cellphone tightly.
'When was the last time I talked to Mamoru?' She thought mischievously, looking through her contacts.
((A/N))
Yes, feel free to kill me. I've finally thought up an ending for this little story, though some of you might hate me for it. I wanted to get this out as soon as possible so I didn't grammar/spell check it. The poll will close soon, I'm not sure when, but I know soon. So go vote!
~Mimi~