Hi everyone,
I hope my Canadian readers had a great Thanksgiving long weekend. and I hope the rest of you enjoyed the past week to the fullest.
Here's chapter 8. I'm trying really hard to update every week, but I'm sure at some point it'll stretch a little bit longer, so bear with me.
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Golak
Sailor Mercury knew exactly how to destroy this puppet of a youma. She'd seen too many of them by now to know that underneath all of that horrendous obscurity, hid a lost soul who'd been caught in the wrong place and the wrong time. Queen Beryl's soldiers of destruction sniffed for the smell of loneliness and rejection; they clawed at their victims at their lowest points and Sailor Mercury was pissed. She'd always hated bullies, she'd been a victim herself, and this…this had proved to be the worst, the most dangerous kind of bullying; and she'd been adamant to put a stop to it ever since she had let the true nature of her powers sink in.
"Where's Sailor Moon?" she yelled, over the explosion of Sailor Jupiter's powerful thunder strike.
"She'll be here…I hope. Or we're fucked…" Jupiter yelled back and jumped away from the youma's futile attempt on her leg.
Sailor Mars had been a no show since no one had called her. She had one of the most important rituals for a newly appointed miko, and none of them wanted to get in the way of her celebration; they could deal with her wrath the next day.
Sailor Venus had glided to the scene as if she'd been the guest of honor at a fashion show.
"What? I'm missing my banquet for this shit, you know." She had rolled her eyes at Sailor Mercury when the aqua princess had given her a suggestive raised brow.
"Talk to me Mercury…" Jupiter had landed, gracefully, beside the duo. She'd blasted the youma, a lanky looking turtle-shaped man, with another one of her thunders; the youma's howls cut through Sailor Mercury.
She typed in her little supercomputer, "it's gotten very weak. But we can't destroy it, for obvious reasons…" she'd looked up at her comrades and pursed her lips together, only gently, when Sailor Venus gestured "why the hell not" with her hands.
"Because there's actually a 'person' under there…" Mercury pointed at the pitiful creature who'd been nursing its wounded midsection.
"So what? We have to wait for Moon to show up? Where is she by the way?" Sailor Venus asked.
It took them by surprise. None of them had anticipated that the youma might've been a little pretentious and a whole lot vindictive.
The disgusting slimy liquid that it blasted at them landed right beside Sailor Mercury and before the girls could move away, it grabbed at their feet one by one.
"What the fuck…" Venus cried; her eyes bulged out as they zoomed in on the substance that was moving upwards on her body, "ewww…get this off of me…" her beautiful face wrinkles with revulsion.
Jupiter tried to raise her arms away from the liquid as much as she could, "I can't concentrate," she hissed and tried to kick it away from her lower body; it proved to be an impossible mission.
"This is not good," Mercury yelled; both of her hands had been glued to her sides by now and the slimy liquid was slowly making its way around her neck, "it'll suffocate us…"
"Where the fuck is Sailor Moon?"
Just when Venus felt that this might've been the last time she ever felt the light breeze of Tokyo nights on her face, a fluttering sound invaded her senses and a moment later, they'd been free of the youma's repulsive puke.
"How dare you invade our city, our homes and then bury our heroines in your saliva?"
Even before looking up, Venus did an exaggerated eye roll towards Jupiter as they tried to clean up their appearances.
"I saw that…" Tuxedo Mask hissed from where he stood on a tree branch.
"I meant you to," Venus sassed and jumped high up the sky to move further away from the youma.
"Where's Sailor Moon?" Tuxedo Mask asked Mercury when all four of them surrounded the youma in a large circle. It'd been weird, but even though he'd never been a part of the group, he moved in sync with them; as if he knew what the next move should've been and what they needed to do next; it was what had made Sailor Moon trust him from the start, before identities and miserable past lives had been revealed.
It had been one of the reasons why Sailor Venus had doubted him from the beginning.
Tuxedo Mask grumbled under his breath when no one answered him. For the past few weeks, he'd felt a shift in their attitudes towards him; especially in Ami and Makoto's. Ever since their visit to the university, he'd felt that they had started to accept him in their little circle. He still never knew where he stood with them, especially when they were all together. It didn't help much to know how each of them, especially Sailor Venus, felt about him even in their past lives. His dreams had involved each of the Senshi now and then; and it seemed that Sailor Venus, Minako, had a much bolder role in Serenity's life.
He felt the heat rushing up to his face as he remembered a very specific part of his dream from a few nights ago; Sailor Venus hadn't been too happy about finding her princess in such a promising position with the Earth prince. Though he tried to push away the memory, he still couldn't stop the abrupt snort that left his mouth when he remembered Sailor Venus, Minako's, horrified expression.
"Something's entertaining you?" Venus asked, before blasting the youma with her love me chain, "wanna share with the rest of us?" she landed on her feet and flipped her gorgeous shiny hair over one shoulder before giving him a once over.
But before he could give her the silence treatment, a distant shriek ceased all of them in their next moves.
"I'm hereeee…" Sailor Moon ran towards them as if she'd been a civilian called to perform a CPR on a passerby and not the greatest Senshi on the planet, who had the power to run so much faster.
"Where the hell have you been?" Venus snapped at her as soon as the blonde stood a few feet away from them, "and what the hell are you waiting for? Whip the fucking thing's ass."
"You don't need to be crass V…" Sailor Moon said as she looked over at the youma; she felt everyone's eyes on her, "what?" she looked at them one by one, and clearly avoided eye contact with Tuxedo Mask, "alright fine. It's one of Mercury's words…" she sighed.
"Can we stop chitchatting?" Tuxedo Mask interrupted her, "we have lives you know…"
Sailor Moon fought hard not to give him a comeback. She could still feel the heat of his hands, Endymion's, hands on her skin; they're not the same people baka. So stop thinking nonsense.
It took her one tiara attack to transform the youma back to its civilian form; a lanky middle-aged salaryman who had fallen victim to Queen Beryl's goons as he had been wandering around Shibuya, nursing his broken heart.
Tuxedo Mask had decided to take his leave as soon as the man started to stir awake. The ringing in his ears, caused by the proximity of the Senshi, was driving him crazy; why the hell couldn't he tune it out? He'd mastered the art when he was studying for finals and the library proved not to be the most quiet place on the planet. Why the fuck couldn't he do it now?
He looked at Sailor Moon, who had one hand behind her head and was apologizing to her friends with a nervous laugh.
Lately, looking at her had become harder; whenever he saw her, he couldn't stop thinking about the dreams he'd had of the two of them together. And the experience always left him feeling more confused than he already was.
They seemed deep in conversation. Sailor Venus's accusing tone reminded him of her tone in his dream when she'd walked in on Endymion and Serenity and almost had a heart attack.
Sailor Moon dropped her hand, and Tuxedo Mask's eyes landed on a visible mark on the back of her neck.
"You always love leaving marks on me…" he heard Serenity's moan in his head.
"I want the whole galaxy to know that you're mine." Endymion's response had been so affectionate, so sincere.
Tuxedo Mask knew that mark; he'd dreamed about it the previous night. If he closed his eyes and if the fucking ringing in his head allowed, he could still taste her skin under his lips.
What the fuck? Didn't she say she never dreamed about them like that?
She'd been avoiding his eyes, now that he paid closer attention, ever since she'd showed up. And had she blushed when he had spoken to her directly?
Sailor Mercury and Jupiter left, and Mercury had the decency to bow her head at him in farewell.
Sailor Venus was whining about the banquet she had missed and "oh no, the dance is over by now, too."
Sailor Moon had instructed Luna to spend the night at Minako's.
"Why?" the cat had asked.
"Because I want to be alone…"
They had parted ways, with promises of calling each other the next morning.
He had decided to follow and ambush Sailor Moon, preferably when she transformed back to Usagi.
It was odd; but even though they were the same person, he always found it easier to communicate with Usagi. She just seemed so much more…real.
"I never took you for a liar."
Usagi didn't seem too surprised to see him, as he pushed away from the wall he'd been leaning at only a corner away from her house.
"And I never took you for a stalker." She widened her eyes at him, now back to his civilian form, and sidestepped him.
"Let me see your neck…"
Usagi spun around, hitting him with her long hair in the chest, and faced him; horrified.
"What? Why? No…" she wrapped her hands around her neck.
He narrowed his eyes at her and took a closer step, "if you don't have nothing to hide and you haven't lied, then it wouldn't matter if you show me your neck."
"Hentai. I don't want to show you my neck." She took a step back.
"I saw that mark. I know how you must've gotten it…" he folded his arms against his chest, "and you said you've never had a dream like that."
Usagi pushed her lips together hard and didn't utter a word.
He could see how uncomfortable, not to say, inappropriate, this all was. A grown-ass man cornering a young teenager in the dark and demanding to see a part of her body.
"You taste so sweet…my love…" Endymion had growled against Serenity's ear, just before sucking on the delicate skin of her neck and marking her for eternity.
Fuck this. Appropriateness was overrated when past lives and horrible deaths and broken promises loomed over their heads day and night.
Usagi yelped when he grabbed her right wrist and spun her around.
"What the hell…" she yelled, and tried to fight his advances.
"Don't be such an idiot. I'm not trying to hurt you…" he hissed when he successfully turned her around and pushed away one long tail of hair. And there it was. A tiny, albeit, visible pinkish love bite, right on the junction of her neck and shoulder; it would soon turn purple, he knew.
His vision focused, and he saw Usagi trembling. He still had her thin wrist in a tight grasp, and he immediately loosened his hold but didn't let go. Because, even though he tried hard to push down the feeling, as soon as he'd grabbed her hand, he'd been enveloped in a blanket of tranquillity.
"It was in the river, right?" he asked, in the slowest tone Usagi had ever heard him speak in, "he gave it to her at the river…yes?"
Usagi closed her eyes and nodded. Her whole being had focused on the little point of contact they shared. His hand felt different now that it held hers by choice. He'd held her hand and her body so many times before, as he had saved her again and again, but this…this felt different than all of those times.
"This is all…your fault…" she growled and broke the silence that had settled between them.
She pulled her hand and whirled around to face him.
"What?" he asked.
"If you hadn't told me about your stupid dreams, I would've never…ever dreamed about us…them, like that—"
"Are you serious?" Mamoru's voice rose a little higher and she could clearly see the confusion and anger in his eyes.
"I'm dead serious baka. You just couldn't keep it to yourself, now could you?"
"Do you hear yourself? It's our past lives; not just mine—"
"No, it's their past lives. Those people are not us, not anymore. You have made that pretty clear."
Mamoru felt rage bubbling up in his system. It was bad enough that they were having the same dreams, apparently; and now she didn't even want to acknowledge what was happening to them.
"That's not true…" he gulped down the rest of his sentence. Because... fuck…of course, it was true. Ever since their identities had been revealed, he hadn't missed an opportunity to make sure she understood how he felt about all of it; how he felt about her; anger, suffocation, the all "I didn't choose this destiny" crap he'd been feeding her left and right.
"You know what?" Usagi took a step backward, all fight leaving her, "I don't care if it's true or not. We live separate lives. We have an obligation to the past and to the future. But nothing more…" she looked up at the sky and Mamoru didn't have a doubt of what her eyes sought.
"Serenity and Endymion chose to be together and look where their selfishness took them…all of them," she whispered as if to herself, "we have to bury our dead, right?" she looked down and met his eyes.
She looked so small, so very vulnerable in the backdrop of the night that engulfed her whole; and Mamoru knew that she was anything but. He'd seen how she, all of them, risked their lives day and night to make sure evil didn't win once more. He'd never wanted to say it out loud because they had chosen to push him on the sidelines from the very first moment.
Was that where his anger came from? Their abandonment of him? Had this been his broken ego, all along, that made him lash out and act like a juvenile whenever they'd been around?
He remembered the look Usagi had given him, that very first time, she had discovered the man behind the mask. She'd been genuinely happy, "I'm so glad your someone we know in the real-life," she'd said. The feeling had been mutual, but he had never confessed it to her.
What happened to them? Why had they turned their backs on him? What couldn't he remember, from their past lives, that made them so hostile towards him?
Not her; she'd never been unkind to me.
"I have to go home." Usagi said and broke his train of thought, "it's late."
He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it, just like every other time he'd stood in front of her, without so much as a word.
Usagi held his eyes for a moment longer, before turning around and disappearing behind the street that would take her home.
Hiro had been acting weird all day.
He had picked her up from school, with the same smile he always greeted her of course and had taken her to Amori-san's amazing café.
But he'd been a little distant, and Usagi couldn't figure out why.
She'd asked him, twice, if he was feeling alright, to which, he had smiled bright and nodded.
So she had tried to focus on the mouth-watering and heart-warming hot chocolate Amori-san had made for her. And the moment the sweet-bitter taste of chocolate had touched her lips, she'd forgotten all about Hiro's strange behavior.
He'd asked her if she wanted to walk around Shibuya and had taken her hand in the most charming way as he led her through the streets.
Usagi had tried to avoid looking over the spot where she had purified the youma a few nights ago. That poor salaryman had looked so scared, so disoriented when he had woken up from the experience. Usagi had asked Artemis to check up on him and the cat had assured her that the man was doing alright.
"So, there's something that I want to ask you…but I just don't know how…I mean, I know how to ask it. I just don't know what the outcome is." Hiro said in a rush and she had only pushed her lips forward.
He laughed, in the most adorable boyish way, "look at me, acting all teenager and nervous…" he's tugged on her hand and pulled her to a stop.
"There's this party, for school, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?"
Usagi looked up at him with raised eyebrows, "you wanted to ask me that?" she pushed her lips forward once more, "and you couldn't, why?"
As if realizing his own naivete, Hira laughed out loud, "because, your curfew is at 10 and this party probably hypes up around the same time. So…"
Usagi smirked, "oh so you wanted to know if I can convince Kenji-papa to give me a free pass, ne?"
"Well, I guess I could ask him myself…" Hiro trailed off, and when he saw that telltale "aha" look on Usagi's face, he grinned, "I mean, if you want to go to this party alone and drag my corpse with you, that is."
Usagi started to giggle. He could be adorable sometimes.
"I'll ask him. I can't promise anything though," she said, and immediately apologized to him in her mind; she walked around town in the middle of the night, holding her life with one hand, and the rest of the citizens in another, as she defeated evil. And now she couldn't promise her boyfriend if she could convince her silly old papa to push her curfew a little?
"It's this Friday night," Hiro said as they resumed their walk.
"Oh hell…" Usagi sighed, a defeated expression settling on her face.
"What's wrong?"
"Minako-chan is probably going to give me a makeover…" she said and met Hiro's smiling eyes, "don't laugh. She becomes a monster when she's on her "Minakoiffeure " mode…" she blinked lazily, "it's French."
Hiro couldn't help but laugh even harder.
Usagi had been right though. Because as soon as Minako found out that Hiro was taking his girlfriend to a party, the blonde's phone calls had started.
"So Hiro-kun, I hear you're taking Usa-chan to a college party," she'd said over the phone, "I mean, I am a little upset why I didn't receive an invite. But I'm willing to let it slide this one time."
Hiro had gulped hard.
"So, Hiro-kun, what is the theme?"
"The theme?"
"Well, yes. I have to know what to put on Usa-chan…"
"So, Hiro-kun, how many people are going to be there?"
"So, Hiro-kun, what will you be wearing?"
"So, Hiro-kun, do you prefer apples or strawberries?"
Hiro didn't even know what to say to here for the most part.
He'd been told to pick up Usagi at the shrine and the he'd arrived there five minutes earlier. He'd gone up the stairs, that had seemed like a mini work out every time he climbed them.
He knocked on Rei's sliding door and tidied his collar.
Amir opened the door, with her usual expressionless smile and welcomed him inside.
Usagi was still under Minako's scrutiny, as the blonde tucked in more of her hair into one of the buns. She'd flew by Hiro's side the moment their eyes met; a little flushed and a lot more begging. Hiro could only imagine what Minakoiffeure had done to her.
"Have a great time you two," Makoto had chirped.
"Usa-chan, remember…" Minako yelled after them, and when they both turned around, she pushed her lips out and did a weird thing with the upper one, "when smoothing your lip gloss, do this…"
"Told you…" Usagi said, as soon as they sat in the car and Hiro finally let out a belly laugh.
"You weren't kidding…wow…" he wiped his tears and looked over at Usagi.
She had a grey circular skirt on, that stopped an inch or two above her knees, and he could feast on her legs; he sent a little thank you to Minako for that one.
She had matched the skirt with an oversized light pink sweater and had the front, tucked in to her skirt. The material of the sweater was probably as soft as it seemed and the collar was loose enough so it'd been dropped over one slim shoulder; he could see the lacy tank top underneath.
"Wow…" he said again, this time, for a totally different reason.
Usagi noticed and blushed prettily. She sent a little thank you of her own to her crazy friend. That look on Hiro's face right now had been worth putting up with all of Minako's erratic demands.
They'd arrived at the party, a little later than what Hiro had anticipated. Because he hadn't been able to take his hands off Usagi when he had parked the car a street away from his friend's apartment.
He'd all but leaned at the passenger's seat and had attacked Usagi's mouth as if he'd been a dying man. And she had responded in kind. Their tongues and lips and hands had tugged and kissed and licked as much as they could, given the circumstances. The whole affair had left both of them panting for more. But they had a party to attend, one that Usagi had literally sold her soul to Minako for.
The music had been up and beating when they had entered the tastefully furnished apartment. Kosuke-san knew how to throw a party for sure. Usagi had been introduced to the host and a few other friends and classmates. They all seemed to be quite smitten by her cuteness and overall enchanting personality. Kosuke-san had showed them where they could get drinks and food and had left them to their own fun with promises of checking up on them again.
Usagi was having the best time of her life. Minako and Mako-chan would be so jealous once she told them all about this college rave. There were cute boys and stylishly clothed girls everywhere and they walked around as if the world had everything to offer them.
"Do you want anything to drink?" Hiro whispered, loudly, against her ear.
"Maybe a punch?"
He raised his brows and shook his head, "easy there. You won't be drinking…" he chuckled when Usagi pouted and looked away, "I'll get you a soda. Be right back."
Usagi watched him go. He squeezed his way through the dense crowd of party goers and bodies that moved with the beat of the music. His white button down and the dark purple v-neck he had on top looked exceptionally good on him. "He dresses well," Makoto had said, when they had just started going out, "am I right Mina-chan?" And Minako's approval had always been a verse from the holy book for all of them, when it came to fashion.
Usagi blushed and immediately dropped her eyes, when she noticed how they'd been glued to his ass, as he disappeared behind the kitchen wall. She looked around quickly and exhaled. But damn, those jeans really did a good job showing off his…assets.
From the moment they'd entered the apartment, Usagi had a strange feeling of being watched. The feeling hadn't been a new sensation to her; ever since she'd become Sailor Moon, she had always felt a pair of eyes seeking her out and after knowing about Serenity, she'd assumed that it had been her who'd been watching over her.
But this feeling was a little more intense. Someone, a real someone, was watching her from afar; she felt a chill going down her spine. Was it the enemy? Had she been found out?
She looked around for Hiro, but couldn't locate him. She adjusted the handle of the small grey purse Minako had lent her, over her shoulder and gave space to a few girls who had been laughing aloud. The smell of alcohol invaded her senses and she went up her tiptoes to look for Hiro again.
The same feeling of being watched washed over her. It was strange, but the feeling made her a little uneasy, but it hadn't frightened her. Maybe it hadn't been the enemy after all. Maybe someone was just checking her out.
With that thought in mind, she straightened her shoulders, raised her neck and looked around. She saw Hiro standing by the kitchen entrance and speaking to another guy who'd been wearing thick glasses. He threw his head back and laughed just as she saw him, and something blossomed in her heart. He looked so handsome when he laughed.
"God…I love the sound of your laughter. It's like a little bird's cry for its mommy…"
She choked on her own saliva when Endymion's voice resonated in her mind. The prince sure knew how to woo a lady.
Her eyes strayed away from Hiro's laid back expression, moved over a couple who'd obviously been in a heated argument, flew past a group that had been singing, offbeat, with the lyrics and settled on a pair of intense eyes, that had been staring directly at her.
She froze.
"Deep, magnetic blue…just like your eyes…" she remembered whispering to Endymion those centuries ago, as she had praised the beauty of his planet.
Now, those same magnetic blues, cut through her like hot steel.
He'd been leaning against a wall, opposite to where she was standing; he had one hand deep into his pants pocket, and the other, raised a beer can to his mouth, as he sipped on the drink. His eyes, narrowed and unreadable, didn't drop its intensity when she stared back at him.
Fuck.
Usagi felt like suffocating. She felt as if she had solely inhaled all the oxygen in the room and there been no more left. She took a deep breath and tried to look away from him. Was he there alone? Where was Ayane?
Look away baka, who cares where she is?
She felt warm. Had someone decided to turn on a heater, all of a sudden? She tried to subtly, without him noticing, fan herself. No use. She was boiling with heat.
"Hey…" Hiro touched her shoulder and handed her a gorgeous Champagne flute.
"It's just soda, served in luxury," he chuckled, "you okay?"
Usagi nodded and looked over at Mamoru. He was not there.
Thank God.
"You look a little flushed. Are you warm?" Hiro touched her face with the back of his hand.
"I think it's this sweater," she replied and gave him back the champagne flute, "I should've known nothing genuine would come out of Minako's wardrobe. Can you hold this for me? I have to go to the washroom."
"Do you want me to come with?"
"To the bathroom?"
"Well, it could be fun," he wiggled his brows suggestively and chuckled when she flushed even more.
"Hentai. I'll be just a minute."
It took her a few minutes to zigzag her way through the throng. The party was at its peak and everyone seemed drunk, either on alcohol, or on another substance.
She finally managed to find the bathroom, after Kosuke-san found her wandering around his bedroom. He showed her to his private washroom, "you'll have more privacy here," he stuttered with drunken heaviness and closed the door behind him.
Usagi took off the pink sweater as soon as the door closed. She splashed iced cold water against her face, ruining Minako's perfectly applied make up on her. She couldn't care less. She was losing to the heat and the lack of oxygen in her system.
Was she having a panic attack? Is this how it feels?
A knock came on the door.
"Just a minute," she called. Damn it to hell. She needed more time.
Another knock came.
"I said in a minute…" she felt her rage getting the best of her. She still couldn't breathe. She still felt overly warm.
"When you feel heated up, you need to put your feet into cold water. That'll help…" Ami's voice entered her mind.
Coldwater…feet…
She skipped towards the fancy-looking tub on the other side of the bathroom and turned on the cold water full force. She failed to hear the third knock on the door.
She took off her cute kitten-heeled shoes and put both feet inside the tub.
She heard the bathroom door open. She readied herself to blast the intruder with her moon power, when she faced Mamoru's reflection in the mirror.
She froze; again.
He stepped inside, closed the door behind him and leaned against it.
Usagi watched him through the mirror; she couldn't even turn around to face him. What the hell was he doing?
She suddenly felt cold…too cold. As if the icy water hugging her feet, had managed to drop her body temperature. And she knew, that was only half the truth.
When the silence stretched and none of them said a word, Usagi tried to take matters into her own hands.
She raised from the side of the tub and stood in the middle of the bathroom; with no sweater on and wet little pink feet.
"What?" she hissed and tried to look as graceful as she could.
He pushed himself away from the door, turned around and locked it.
Usagi stood rooted as he approached her. She stood completely still and silent when he stood in front of her chest to chest.
She moved, only when his arms hauled her up in his embrace; she clutched at his shoulders.
She made a sound, a tiny one, only when his mouth crashed against hers in a searing kiss.
She whimpered; desperate and oh so needy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or its characters. I wish I did though. All the rights of this amazing manga/anime belong to its creator, the great Naoko Takeuchi. I only own the story I tell.
