Shattered Hearts Chapter 14, a sailor moon fanfic

When you feel all alone,
and the world has turned its back on you,
give me a moment, please,
to tame your wild, wild heart.
I know you feel like
the walls are closing in on you.
It's hard to find relief,
and people can be so cold...

When darkness is upon your door
and you feel like you can't take it anymore,

Let me be the one you call.
If you jump, I'll break your fall,
lift you up and fly with you into the night.
If you need to fall apart,
I can mend a broken heart.
If you need to crash, then crash and burn.
You're not alone.

When you feel all alone,
and a loyal friend is hard to find,
you're caught in a one way street,
with the monsters in your head.

When hopes and dreams are far away,
and you feel like you can't face the day,

'Cause there has always been heartache and pain.
And when it's over, you'll breathe again.
You'll breathe again.

When you feel all alone,
and the world has turn its back on you...
give me a moment, please,
to tame your wild, wild heart.

Never alone.

(Crash and burn - Savage Garden)

They stepped out of the bar, laughing at some joke and with big smiles on their faces.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride," Haruka said, sneaking her arm around Jesse's shoulders. Her other hand gently nested in Kaito's.

"I'm not bothering you, am I?" he asked, battling his eyelashes at her.

She chuckled at his gesture. "You always do, but that never stopped you before," she joked. "Why start now?"

"True," he agreed, nodding his head. "But don't you want to go cuddle with your guy? If you don't, I will!" he exclaimed, now smiling up to the tall, black haired man. "Hey, there, sugar."

"As tempting as I may find that offer... or not..." Kaito joked, chuckling. "I think I'll pass."

He pouted, burying his hands deep in his jacket's pockets, before he shook his head, now turning to face the other two women standing there.

"Slutty hotty!" he exclaimed, smiling to the black haired woman. "How are you getting home?"

"Well..." she trailed off, tilting her head to a side, before she looked at the violinist standing next to her. "Would you mind giving me a ride?" she asked, hopefully. "I really don't feel like being a third wheel here..." she then added, pointing with her head to her brother and one tall blonde woman. "Again..."

"Sure," Michiru said, smiling, and nodding her head, as she looked at the short, blonde man. "Want me to give you a ride too?" she offered. "Your hotel is on my way..."

"No, Michiru, you don't have to..." Haruka started to say, but Jesse's high pitch, excited squeal interrupted her.

"Yay! Really?" he asked, battling his eyelashes at the aquamarine haired woman. "Can I drive?"

"Don't," Haruka warned her. "He drives like a maniac."

"I do not!" Jesse exclaimed, offended.

One aquamarine eyebrow went up at that. "This coming from the one person that once told me there's no such thing as driving too fast," she pointed out, teasingly.

Haruka chuckled. "Then you know what it takes for me to actually say something like that," she agreed. "Trust me, you don't want him driving your car."

"Oh, shut up!" he exclaimed, rolling his gray eyes at her. "You're just jealous because now I get to see her bush!" he accused, shoving his nose up in the air in a superior manner, completely ignoring the giggling, yet blushing aqua woman. "And a very unique colored one, at that!"

Green eyes narrowed at him then. "You better get them safely home," she warned him. "I swear, if they're not in one piece by tomorrow morning, I'll have your head," she threatened him, pocking one long finger into his chest. But then she smiled, her green eyes traveling down his body for a moment, before she met his gaze again. "Both of them."

"Ok, ok, got it!" he exclaimed, wincing, and rubbing his legs together, hands over his groin. "No need to go all Lorena Bobbitt on me, geez!"

"You do realize she's more than capable of actually doing that, don't you?" Seiya asked, amused. "Sorry honey, but you're not seeing her bush" she said, pointing at Michiru with her head. "And you're not feeling my boobs either, so for your best friend's sake," she said, now pointing at the general direction of his hips, "I suggest you to just drop it."

He frowned, now looking into amused green eyes. "Your friends are as boring as you are!" he complained, pouting yet again.

"Just get out of here!" the blonde exclaimed, laughing at him.

"Prude!" he accused.

"Go!"

"I'm going!" he exclaimed, turning around and grabbing Michiru's arm. "Come on, doll, lead the way!"

She shook her head, amused at his behavior, and waving her hand to both Kaito and Haruka, she turned around, leading the way to her parked car. They got in, Seiya taking the front seat, and Jesse all but jumping in on the back seat, clapping his hands excitedly and smiling widely.

"Ok, girl time!" he exclaimed, giggling.

Seiya laughed at him, shaking her head, before turning around on her seat. Amused, shining blue eyes looking at him. "I wonder what kind of drug was Haruka on when she met you."

"Just her regular 'fuck off and leave me alone, I'm one hell of a proud woman' one," he said, rolling his eyes. But then he frowned. "Is she still taking that?"

"Sometimes," Seiya answered, nodding her head.

"So how did you two meet?" Michiru asked, curiously, while driving the car down the streets.

"Oh, we were rommies for a while," he answered, waving his hand. "At first I was like, 'nah ha, no way', I mean, me, living with a woman? How weird is that?" he asked, rhetorically. "But then she told me her name and the little girl inside me got all homesick, and my motherly side kicked in."

"What?" Michiru asked, frowning, but still giggling at the strange explanation.

"What?" he asked back, frowning as well. "Can you blame me? She looked so thin and pale and wet and small... figuratively speaking, of course. We all know she's not small. And it was raining, there for, the wet part, but you know what I mean. Anyway, my poor little heart couldn't say no to her. I swear, she made me want to hug her and cuddle with her."

"Did you?" Seiya asked, raising an eyebrow. Pretty much anything could be expected from this guy...

"Of course not!" he exclaimed. "She never let me see her bush, what makes you think she would ever cuddle with me? And I bruise easily! Bummer, but true!" he exclaimed, again making the two women on the front seat laugh at his words. "Anyway! The guys back home luved her, let me tell ya!"

"Back home?" Michiru asked, frowning. It was kind of hard to keep track of everything Jesse said... specially considering there were many things about one tall blonde woman, and what she's been up to for the past three years, she didn't know about.

"Oh, yeah, back in New York," he said, nodding his head, and completely missing -or ignoring- the surprised look on the aquamarine haired woman's face. "At first she only came with me just to make sure the sun wouldn't come up one morning to find me hurt, raped and with ten thousand babies..." he said, shuddering. "And let me tell you, more than one guy wanted to make me their little daddy... and I'm not much of a violent person, so she was my very own personal body guard! My Pookie Bee has a motherly side, who would of thought!"

"Pookie Bee?" Michiru repeated, frowning.

"What on earth are you talking about?" the black haired woman asked, eyebrows coming together in a confused manner, but an amused smile still playing on her lips.

"Haruka!" he exclaimed. "She took nice good care of little old me. And in return, she got to spend some nights at the club with me and the gang. And, baby, that girl sure knows how to shake her ass!" he finished, dancing on his own seat. "Took me a while, but it was so worth it! You should of seen us, going all dirty dancing and living la vida loca in the middle of the dance floor! We were the main attraction, baby!"

Michiru shook her head at the description, somewhere in between amused, and simply surprised. Sure, she knew Haruka was more than capable of dancing. And being gracefully about it, too. She just find it hard to picture her in the middle of a dance club, dancing salsa or whatever it was she danced with Jesse, purposely calling out attention, and being all sensual about it...

A hand playing with her curls brought her back from her own thoughts, and she looked at Jesse through the corner of her eye.

"So, you and my girl are good friends, uh?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered, nodding her head. "We've known each other for years and..."

"Oh, I know exactly how well you two know each other," he interrupted her, waving his hand and rolling his eyes. But when he caught the blinking, surprised, slightly blushing expression on the violinist's face, he rolled his eyes again. "Who do you think was there, picking her up whenever her built up stamina overdose ran out, and shoving food down her throat?" he asked. "And then that cute little bunny blonde and the tall, dark, serious one came, and well... here we are."

"Usagi and Setsuna?" she asked, guessing.

There really wasn't any other blonde that would fit into the 'cute bunny' description, and she figured Jesse would use completely different words to describe Minako. And there was only one tall, dark, serious person she could really think of, as she thought that, again, Jesse would use other words to describe Mamoru. Words she really didn't want to associate with the Prince...

"Yeah, those two," he said, nodding his head, before his gray eyes went wide open, and he clapped his hands, as Michiru pulled over right next to his hotel. "Uh, thank you so much for the ride!" he exclaimed. "Let's do this again! But with more dancing and less talking the next time, kay?" he said, before looking at the black haired woman. "And I wanna see youshaking those things!" he said to her, his hand sneaking up and tapping her breast.

"Just get out of here!" the black haired woman exclaimed, slapping his hand away, but still laughing at his antics. "Does that guy ever shut up?" she then wondered, jokingly, once he was out of the car and walking up the hotel.

"I don't think he knows how," Michiru ventured, shaking her head, amused, as she started the car again.

"Things went well tonight," Seiya commented, after a moment of silence. "Besides the whole weird queer friend from the States incident..." she then added.

The violinist giggled at the joke, tilting her head to a side. "Yes, everything went well," she finally agreed.

"I was kind of worried things would get nasty..." she said, waving her head. But when blue eyes looked at her in a questioning manner, she then added, "You know, a fight, broken noses, bruised fits, broken hearts... you and Haruka eloping into the night, something among those lines."

"Watching a little too much tv, aren't we?" Michiru asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

The black haired woman laughed at that, shaking her head. "Ok, fine, maybe not exactly that..." she said. "But you know what I mean. I was worried..." she trailed off, scratching her left arm.

Michiru saw the movement from the corner of her eyes, and wouldn't have given it another thought, if her blue eyes hadn't caught the pinkish, almost fainted, four inches wound decorating Seiya's arm. She frowned, wondering how come she hadn't noticed it before, and what exactly gave the black haired Lights such a wound in the first place. She knew there hasn't been any fights recently; she would have been told if there was.

Taking advantage of the red light, she turned her head around to look at her. "What happened to you?" she asked, softly, gently touching her arm.

"Oh, this?" Seiya asked, frowning slightly. "Just an old wound," she said, resting her head against the seat, and closing her eyes for a moment. "My very own, personal stigma," she whispered.

"Old wound?" Michiru repeated, confused. "I... I don't understand..."

"Don't worry so much about it," Seiya said, opening her eyes now, and turning to look into her blue eyes. "This is what I get for worrying too much," she said, lifting her arm. But when she noticed the still confused, worried expression on Michiru's face, she let out a sigh. "Do you know what it takes for a Senshi to actually scar?" she finally asked.

Michiru frowned, shaking her head in denial. And a soft, almost sad smile came to Seiya's lips.

"A battle wound would fade away and disappear in a few days, give or take, depending on the wound, right? But if it's not just physical..." she trailed off, now looking at front. "Those don't really fade away..."

The lights changed, but Michiru ignored it, sensing Seiya really needed to say this, to somehow get it out of her chest. So she simply turned to her, worried blue eyes studying the black haired woman's profile while she talked.

"There was a disease..." Seiya was saying, "some kind of epidemic going around, making everyone sick. They would twist and scream, with a really high fever, and after twenty four hours or so, they would get really violent, attacking others. That's how it got spread around, by blood contact," she recounted, closing her eyes again. "There was this kid... he couldn't be older than thirteen... somehow he managed to escape the medical room we made up at the Palace, and on his way out, he ran into me. He attacked me, jumping up at me and waving a scalpel around... I was really lucky he only managed to cut the skin and not my entire arm off," she said, opening her eyes and turning to look at Michiru. A sad, regretful look upon her blue eyes. "But Healer wasn't so lucky. I guess she sensed something was wrong, and she came looking for me. We managed to take him down, but he..."

"He hurt her," Michiru guessed, finishing the sentence for her, when Seiya simply nodded her head, closing her eyes again.

She could still remember how scared she had been, with the petite silvery haired woman shaking and shivering in her arms on those endless nights, as Princess Kakyuu used her magic to desperately try to stop the virus from spreading all around Healer's body, and Maker working on the antidote.

"In the end, the little elf made it," Seiya joked, tilting her head to a side. "But she gave us quite the scare..."

"And you felt responsible," Michiru added, again guessing. "Seiya, it wasn't your fault."

"Wasn't it?" was the whispered reply. But then she shook her head, planting a smile on her face. "Anyway, I figured that's why this thing won't go away," she said, pointing at her wound. "And it doesn't really closes, either. Most of the times is just really itchy, but sometimes..." she trailed off again, shaking her head. "It never really reopened, but sometimes it looks like a brand new, nasty wound..."

"God, Seiya, I... I had no idea..." Michiru said, taking her hand and squeezing in gently, in a reassuring, caring gesture. "Do the others know...?"

Seiya chuckled at the question. "Taiki says I have a father complex, always looking after everyone. But is not like I can help it! I want everyone to be safe and happy, so sue me!" she exclaimed. "I want the kids to grow up in a safe, loving environment. I want Kakyuu to find someone... I know no one's ever gonna replace her lost love, but, you know... I want to see her smiling again. A real smile..." she trailed off, tilting her head to a side. A hand going through her short, black hair. "I want Taiki to stop hiding behind her books and poetry, and actually live a little, instead of living through her characters. I want Yaten to be able to walked around carelessly, without having the burden of feeling everything around her. I want her to stop being so guarded all the time and just... be free, and happy,"

"What about you?" Michiru asked, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. "What do you want?"

Seiya tilted her head to a side at that, thinking for a moment. "What I want, I cannot have."

Blue eyes went wide open at that. "God, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, making Seiya looked up at her, frowning. "I've been so worry over everything, I never really thought about how you are taking this... I'm so sorry! I..."

Seiya's laughter interrupted her apology, making her look at her, confused.

She shook her head, amused. Her blue eyes shining with the street lights. "Guess I had it coming," she mumbled. "It was years ago, Michiru. Sure, I have a tender spot for her, but there's no romantic interest there. Think about it like you and Haruka, only, there's no past..."

"So, there's someone else?" Michiru asked, a little relieved. She had been careless towards the black haired Starlight, but at least she wasn't secretly suffering over Usagi's wedding...

Seiya tilted her head to a side, thinking her answer for a moment. "I've had my eyes set on someone for a while..." she finally said, after a moment. "But I don't know... I guess I do have a thing for lost causes..."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning..." she repeated, smiling now. "I don't know what I mean. I'm tired, my feet are killing me, I did have a few drinks tonight, and I seriously think I got infected with Jesse's none-stop chatting habit," she joked. "Just ignore me."

Coming soon: "Isn't there some kind of rule on how many fights you can have in just one day?"