Aquarius Monday
by Queen Momoko
Chapter 2: When Angels Deserve To Die
I own nothing. Absolutely nothing... except the idea... and even then not really. ^^ I have no money either. I'm poor. Sailor Moon is not mine. Enjoy. ^^ C&C are welcome. 6/6/02
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Usagi's blue eyes flashed open as she lay in her bed. Pulling herself to a seated position, she looked around her. Her room was still filled with the same clutter that had been there before she had gone to sleep. Looking through her window and out to the moon that lay hanging in space, Usagi sighed. The moon's beams just didn't seem as bright or as comforting as they had once been to her.
She slowly pulled herself out of the bed, being careful not to disturb the sleeping form of Luna, who lay at the end of her bed. Throwing on some sweatpants and a sweater, Usagi silently headed out of the house. Usagi closed her eyes as she walked along the streets of the Juuban District, Tookyoo, letting her feet take her wherever they wanted. As much as she would hate to admit it, the dream had scared her a little and she was hoping that this late night walk of hers would calm her nerves.
When Usagi finally opened her eyes, she found herself standing in front of Mamoru's apartment building. The tall rising form of the building stood like a shadow in the night. She chewed her lower lip as she thought about what to do. She could just ignore the fact that she came here and head back home. No one would know and she could just continue as if she had never had that dream. But she would know that she had had that ominous seeming dream and it would just cause problems later if she didn't talk about it. She knew it. Look at what had happened when Mamoru had kept his dream to himself, it had nearly ruined them.
Firming her resolve to talk to Mamoru, Usagi walked into the apartment building. The night watchman smiled kindly at Usagi as she headed over to the elevators. The watchmen all knew Usagi since she had long since been coming to and going from her boyfriend's apartment at all hours. As the elevator's doors closed on Usagi, she smiled over to the night watchman.
The ride up to Mamoru's apartment seemed to go on indefinitely. An over- riding sense of fear began to creep into Usagi's stomach. Yet no matter how much she tried to quell it with the knowledge that everything would be alright in the end, it still remained. As the elevator slowed down to stop at Mamoru's floor, Usagi had begun to fidget with her sweater's sleeve.
'What am I doing? Mamoru is probably trying to study to pass his final and I'm just going to go in there and bother him. I should just go right back home and then back to bed. It was only a dream and dreams are just things created by our imaginations.' Usagi stood uncertain about her actions as the elevator's door opened. 'But he needs to know about the dream. It was too big and it's affecting me too much for me not to tell him.'
Once again steeling herself to her own doubts, Usagi walked out of the elevator and down the hall to Mamoru's apartment. As she reached the door, she took out her keys and opened the door. Walking into the entryway, Usagi took off her shoes and began to walk further into the apartment, when she realized she had left the door open. A slight blush at her own forgetfulness covered Usagi's face as she gave the door a slight push so that it would shut quietly. As Usagi went into the living room in search of Mamoru, she never noticed that the door had not closed all the way and was now slightly ajar.
Finding no sign of Mamoru studying in the living room, Usagi headed back to where Mamoru's bedroom was located, deciding that if he was asleep she would wait until the morning to talk to him. As she neared his bedroom door, she saw the light shining through the cracks and knew that he was awake. He could never sleep when the lights were on. The sound of voices coming from the bedroom made Usagi nervous. If he was studying with a classmate, it would definitely make her silly for coming to talk to him about a dream. But she had already come all the way there, she figured that she might as well just talk to him.
"I still say that it is not fair. To any of them," the first voice drifted softly through the bedroom door.
"You're right, it's not. But what do you think? You think they'll be happy with what we've decided. We have to look at this from the whole group's perspective," Mamoru's distinct voice said.
"And what exactly is the group's perspective? That we should all just blindly follow each other, with no one doing what they think is right? I can't stand by and just blindly let them believe that. I can't," the woman's voice rose slightly.
"Fine. Then how do you suggest we tell them? Do you want us to sugar coat it, like they were children?"
"We should tell them like the adults they are. They're smarter than we give them credit for and sooner or later they are going to figure it out. And if they figure it out before we tell them, then I don't know what will happen. They will be mad at us for the rest of their lives, I guess. And I will tell them myself before I ever let that happen."
"You're right, of course. But when do you think we should tell them?"
"Today. We should tell them today."
Usagi shook her head as she took the doorknob in her hand. She wasn't there to listen to Mamoru and his classmate talk about a group project, she was there to talk to him about her dream.
"Excuse me," Usagi spoke as she opened the door, "But I need to talk…" Usagi's voice trailed off as she stared at two people before her. Twin looks of pure shock and dread covered Mamoru's and Michiru's faces as they sat together naked in bed. The color drained from Usagi's already pale face as she looked at the sight before her. One of her friends and team mates was having sex with her boyfriend and future husband. Usagi's mouth opened and closed as she tried to find words.
"Usako… Usagi-chan," Mamoru began as he pulled on his boxers. "I… We… We didn't mean…"
Mamoru's words fell on deaf ears as tears clouded Usagi's eyes and she slowly backed away from the bedroom door. Turning around, Usagi saw a livid Haruka standing in the hallway, glaring at Mamoru and the now sheet covered form of Michiru, who was standing behind him. Usagi dashed out of the now open apartment door and down the stairs, tears streamed freely down her face and left a small trail of tiny teardrops behind her. Meanwhile, Haruka walked over, slugged Mamoru, and then cast a cold glare at Michiru, who also had tears slowly creeping down her face. Haruka cast one last hate-filled glare at Mamoru, who was pulling himself up from her punch, and left the apartment.
Usagi ran out of the stairwell at the ground floor and out of the lobby without even a backward glance at the worried looking watchman. She was too shocked and hurt to even truly think about what she had seen and heard. There would be time for that later though. Right now she had only her feelings of hurt and betrayal. She was oblivious to the tears that streaked down her face as she ran.
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The sound of flesh hitting the punching bag brought momentary silence to the room. The girl with short sandy hair flung her fists into the bag, sending it careening around where it was connected with the roof. Her stormy gray-blue eyes stared fixedly at an arbitrary point, pouring her anger and frustration into it. The punching bag went flying off as Haruka placed a swift right-legged kick to it.
Turning around, Haruka found the men at the gym staring at her in fear. She sent a cold glare at those who didn't turn away at once. They knew Haruka. She came in there often to work out and challenge some of them to a sparring match. And they knew well enough to not mess with Haruka when she was mad. That is, unless you had a death wish. But since none of them wished their lives to end at that moment in a very painful manner, they just glanced away and pretended to not even notice that she was there.
Haruka growled as she walked out of the gym, leaving the men to sigh silently in relief. She had not spent much of her anger yet and would still probably be able to go on for hours. Walking over to her car, she opened the door and got in. She revved the engine, before she took off, speeding into the night. The speed and the feel of the wind rushing over her body, let Haruka's thoughts go into over-drive.
How could Michiru do that to her? How? How could she do that to Usagi? Was she not good enough for Michiru anymore? Is that why she ran off into Mamoru's arms and bed? But how could they do that? Why would they do that to Usagi? Usagi was always kind and caring. Yet they betrayed Usagi. They betrayed her. Michiru betrayed her. She had given her trust, and once again it had been betrayed. She should have known better. That was how it was always going to be. She could never trust anyone. No one except Usagi. She could trust Usagi. She was her princess. Surely she could trust her? But no one else. No one else deserved her trust. Hotaru and Setsuna would betray her too now. Michiru had decided their fate. She could never trust anyone, but Usagi, her princess, ever again.
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Usagi burst through the door of her apartment. Tears spilled down her face as she shut the door behind her and fell against it limply. Her long golden hair lay in a tangled puddle around her as she curled into a fetal position. Silent sobs wracked her body, shaking her slim frame.
Luna walked drowsily into the entryway to find out what the disturbance was. Upon seeing Usagi, worry and fear overran her. When Luna tried to nose her way to see Usagi's face, Usagi shoved her away and took off running to the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her. However, Luna was not fast enough and could only stare mutely at the now shut bathroom door wondering what had happened.
Usagi stared at her dull, bloodshot blue eyes in the mirror. Her face was ashen and easily showed the dried streaks where tears had fallen. She gently ran her hand down her lower jaw, watching her reflection. Then reaching out with the same hand, she traced over her reflection's lower jaw. Another tear ran down her face and she watched its progress in the mirror with rapt attention.
She had been betrayed. Her love had betrayed her. Again. It hurt that her Mamo-chan had betrayed her, but it didn't hurt as much as it had the first couple of times. In fact, it was nothing more than a dull ache now that it had happened again. What had hurt more than anything was Michiru's betrayal. She hadn't just betrayed her, she had betrayed Haruka. Haruka, who had done nothing to deserve it. She deserved it though. She kept going back for more and so it was her own fault that she'd been betrayed again. But Haruka, Haruka had never had any reason to doubt Michiru before this.
Usagi's eyes hardened in anger as she thought about the wrongs done to Haruka. She turned on the water for the sink and rinsed her face. Staring once again at her face, it seemed slightly more alive and refreshed. Sighing, she slowly brought up her hair and refastened it in its usual positions. She looked almost like her normal self.
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Usagi sat on her bed looked out her window, watching the glowing red sun slowly rise through the cloudy haze. A soft mist had settled over Tookyoo sometime during the night after she had gotten home. The previous night still replayed through her mind as she sat there. Her blankets were draped over her lap as her fingers played with the edges of them as she tried to think about what she was going to do.
Luna had long since given up trying to find out what had happened. When Usagi had re-emerged from the bathroom, she had seemed better, but refused to speak about it. Now all Luna could do was sit at the end of the bed and keep an eye on her, making sure that she didn't do anything rash.
Usagi looked out of her room towards the her apartment door at the sound of knocking. She turned to look back out the window and into the dawn and the slowly setting moon. At the sound of the knocking starting up again, Usagi slowly pulled herself out of her bed and walked slowly to the door, unsure of what to expect. She opened the door to reveal two policeman.
"Excuse me. Can I help you?" Usagi asked confusedly.
"Are you Ms.," the taller policeman looked at his notebook before continueing, "Ms. Usagi Tsukino?"
"Yes, I am," Usagi said even more confused than before. Luna came up and sat at Usagi's feet.
"We regret to inform you that a Mr. Mamoru Chiba has died," the second officer said calmly.
The color drained from Usagi's face. "How?" She managed to ask as tears once again filled her eyes.
"He died in a car crash early this morning. It seems that the other car was speeding and hit his car head on. The doorman at his apartment said that you were his boyfriend and the closest next of king that he had."
"Who? Who was involved in the crash?!" Usagi quickly asked, worried for Haruka. It could have been Haruka out speeding in the night.
"It seems that there was a Ms. Michiru Kaioh in the car with him and the other driver was a Mr. Benichi Tanaka," the other officer spoke up.
"Are they okay?" Usagi asked hesitantly, not wanting to know, yet at the same time not able to stop herself from asking.
"Unfortunately no one survived."
Usagi somehow managed to mumble a thank you and a goodbye before shutting the door on the policemen. She stood frozen on her side of the door, the policemen's words spinning around in her head. Tears trickled down her face as she blankly into space. They had just been alive and now both of them were dead.
Bursting out the door, Usagi ran down the mist covered streets. Haruka had to know. Haruka deserved to know. No matter how much she hurt, she had to know. And Usagi wouldn't let her be told by strangers. Usagi ran down the streets, unsure of where exactly she was going, but trusting her instincts. She pulled to stop as she saw Haruka's car sitting by the park.
Once again, racing off Usagi ran into the park, still trying to find Haruka. When she finally saw Haruka, she was standing on the pier going into the lake. Usagi slowed down and walked over to where Haruka was standing. When she finally reached Haruka, she opened her mouth, yet nothing managed to come out, so she just stood there with Haruka.
Haruka finally turned her eyes to Usagi's still form with tears freely flowing. Haruka herself had calmed down a few hours ago, but the pier's slight breeze was still calming, and it had kept her off of the now slick streets. Usagi's sorrow-filled eyes slowly raised up to Haruka's. Haruka's face scrunched up in pain and she pulled Usagi into an embrace. They stood clinging to each other as the sun peaked over the trees and onto the lake.
by Queen Momoko
Chapter 2: When Angels Deserve To Die
I own nothing. Absolutely nothing... except the idea... and even then not really. ^^ I have no money either. I'm poor. Sailor Moon is not mine. Enjoy. ^^ C&C are welcome. 6/6/02
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Usagi's blue eyes flashed open as she lay in her bed. Pulling herself to a seated position, she looked around her. Her room was still filled with the same clutter that had been there before she had gone to sleep. Looking through her window and out to the moon that lay hanging in space, Usagi sighed. The moon's beams just didn't seem as bright or as comforting as they had once been to her.
She slowly pulled herself out of the bed, being careful not to disturb the sleeping form of Luna, who lay at the end of her bed. Throwing on some sweatpants and a sweater, Usagi silently headed out of the house. Usagi closed her eyes as she walked along the streets of the Juuban District, Tookyoo, letting her feet take her wherever they wanted. As much as she would hate to admit it, the dream had scared her a little and she was hoping that this late night walk of hers would calm her nerves.
When Usagi finally opened her eyes, she found herself standing in front of Mamoru's apartment building. The tall rising form of the building stood like a shadow in the night. She chewed her lower lip as she thought about what to do. She could just ignore the fact that she came here and head back home. No one would know and she could just continue as if she had never had that dream. But she would know that she had had that ominous seeming dream and it would just cause problems later if she didn't talk about it. She knew it. Look at what had happened when Mamoru had kept his dream to himself, it had nearly ruined them.
Firming her resolve to talk to Mamoru, Usagi walked into the apartment building. The night watchman smiled kindly at Usagi as she headed over to the elevators. The watchmen all knew Usagi since she had long since been coming to and going from her boyfriend's apartment at all hours. As the elevator's doors closed on Usagi, she smiled over to the night watchman.
The ride up to Mamoru's apartment seemed to go on indefinitely. An over- riding sense of fear began to creep into Usagi's stomach. Yet no matter how much she tried to quell it with the knowledge that everything would be alright in the end, it still remained. As the elevator slowed down to stop at Mamoru's floor, Usagi had begun to fidget with her sweater's sleeve.
'What am I doing? Mamoru is probably trying to study to pass his final and I'm just going to go in there and bother him. I should just go right back home and then back to bed. It was only a dream and dreams are just things created by our imaginations.' Usagi stood uncertain about her actions as the elevator's door opened. 'But he needs to know about the dream. It was too big and it's affecting me too much for me not to tell him.'
Once again steeling herself to her own doubts, Usagi walked out of the elevator and down the hall to Mamoru's apartment. As she reached the door, she took out her keys and opened the door. Walking into the entryway, Usagi took off her shoes and began to walk further into the apartment, when she realized she had left the door open. A slight blush at her own forgetfulness covered Usagi's face as she gave the door a slight push so that it would shut quietly. As Usagi went into the living room in search of Mamoru, she never noticed that the door had not closed all the way and was now slightly ajar.
Finding no sign of Mamoru studying in the living room, Usagi headed back to where Mamoru's bedroom was located, deciding that if he was asleep she would wait until the morning to talk to him. As she neared his bedroom door, she saw the light shining through the cracks and knew that he was awake. He could never sleep when the lights were on. The sound of voices coming from the bedroom made Usagi nervous. If he was studying with a classmate, it would definitely make her silly for coming to talk to him about a dream. But she had already come all the way there, she figured that she might as well just talk to him.
"I still say that it is not fair. To any of them," the first voice drifted softly through the bedroom door.
"You're right, it's not. But what do you think? You think they'll be happy with what we've decided. We have to look at this from the whole group's perspective," Mamoru's distinct voice said.
"And what exactly is the group's perspective? That we should all just blindly follow each other, with no one doing what they think is right? I can't stand by and just blindly let them believe that. I can't," the woman's voice rose slightly.
"Fine. Then how do you suggest we tell them? Do you want us to sugar coat it, like they were children?"
"We should tell them like the adults they are. They're smarter than we give them credit for and sooner or later they are going to figure it out. And if they figure it out before we tell them, then I don't know what will happen. They will be mad at us for the rest of their lives, I guess. And I will tell them myself before I ever let that happen."
"You're right, of course. But when do you think we should tell them?"
"Today. We should tell them today."
Usagi shook her head as she took the doorknob in her hand. She wasn't there to listen to Mamoru and his classmate talk about a group project, she was there to talk to him about her dream.
"Excuse me," Usagi spoke as she opened the door, "But I need to talk…" Usagi's voice trailed off as she stared at two people before her. Twin looks of pure shock and dread covered Mamoru's and Michiru's faces as they sat together naked in bed. The color drained from Usagi's already pale face as she looked at the sight before her. One of her friends and team mates was having sex with her boyfriend and future husband. Usagi's mouth opened and closed as she tried to find words.
"Usako… Usagi-chan," Mamoru began as he pulled on his boxers. "I… We… We didn't mean…"
Mamoru's words fell on deaf ears as tears clouded Usagi's eyes and she slowly backed away from the bedroom door. Turning around, Usagi saw a livid Haruka standing in the hallway, glaring at Mamoru and the now sheet covered form of Michiru, who was standing behind him. Usagi dashed out of the now open apartment door and down the stairs, tears streamed freely down her face and left a small trail of tiny teardrops behind her. Meanwhile, Haruka walked over, slugged Mamoru, and then cast a cold glare at Michiru, who also had tears slowly creeping down her face. Haruka cast one last hate-filled glare at Mamoru, who was pulling himself up from her punch, and left the apartment.
Usagi ran out of the stairwell at the ground floor and out of the lobby without even a backward glance at the worried looking watchman. She was too shocked and hurt to even truly think about what she had seen and heard. There would be time for that later though. Right now she had only her feelings of hurt and betrayal. She was oblivious to the tears that streaked down her face as she ran.
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The sound of flesh hitting the punching bag brought momentary silence to the room. The girl with short sandy hair flung her fists into the bag, sending it careening around where it was connected with the roof. Her stormy gray-blue eyes stared fixedly at an arbitrary point, pouring her anger and frustration into it. The punching bag went flying off as Haruka placed a swift right-legged kick to it.
Turning around, Haruka found the men at the gym staring at her in fear. She sent a cold glare at those who didn't turn away at once. They knew Haruka. She came in there often to work out and challenge some of them to a sparring match. And they knew well enough to not mess with Haruka when she was mad. That is, unless you had a death wish. But since none of them wished their lives to end at that moment in a very painful manner, they just glanced away and pretended to not even notice that she was there.
Haruka growled as she walked out of the gym, leaving the men to sigh silently in relief. She had not spent much of her anger yet and would still probably be able to go on for hours. Walking over to her car, she opened the door and got in. She revved the engine, before she took off, speeding into the night. The speed and the feel of the wind rushing over her body, let Haruka's thoughts go into over-drive.
How could Michiru do that to her? How? How could she do that to Usagi? Was she not good enough for Michiru anymore? Is that why she ran off into Mamoru's arms and bed? But how could they do that? Why would they do that to Usagi? Usagi was always kind and caring. Yet they betrayed Usagi. They betrayed her. Michiru betrayed her. She had given her trust, and once again it had been betrayed. She should have known better. That was how it was always going to be. She could never trust anyone. No one except Usagi. She could trust Usagi. She was her princess. Surely she could trust her? But no one else. No one else deserved her trust. Hotaru and Setsuna would betray her too now. Michiru had decided their fate. She could never trust anyone, but Usagi, her princess, ever again.
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Usagi burst through the door of her apartment. Tears spilled down her face as she shut the door behind her and fell against it limply. Her long golden hair lay in a tangled puddle around her as she curled into a fetal position. Silent sobs wracked her body, shaking her slim frame.
Luna walked drowsily into the entryway to find out what the disturbance was. Upon seeing Usagi, worry and fear overran her. When Luna tried to nose her way to see Usagi's face, Usagi shoved her away and took off running to the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her. However, Luna was not fast enough and could only stare mutely at the now shut bathroom door wondering what had happened.
Usagi stared at her dull, bloodshot blue eyes in the mirror. Her face was ashen and easily showed the dried streaks where tears had fallen. She gently ran her hand down her lower jaw, watching her reflection. Then reaching out with the same hand, she traced over her reflection's lower jaw. Another tear ran down her face and she watched its progress in the mirror with rapt attention.
She had been betrayed. Her love had betrayed her. Again. It hurt that her Mamo-chan had betrayed her, but it didn't hurt as much as it had the first couple of times. In fact, it was nothing more than a dull ache now that it had happened again. What had hurt more than anything was Michiru's betrayal. She hadn't just betrayed her, she had betrayed Haruka. Haruka, who had done nothing to deserve it. She deserved it though. She kept going back for more and so it was her own fault that she'd been betrayed again. But Haruka, Haruka had never had any reason to doubt Michiru before this.
Usagi's eyes hardened in anger as she thought about the wrongs done to Haruka. She turned on the water for the sink and rinsed her face. Staring once again at her face, it seemed slightly more alive and refreshed. Sighing, she slowly brought up her hair and refastened it in its usual positions. She looked almost like her normal self.
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Usagi sat on her bed looked out her window, watching the glowing red sun slowly rise through the cloudy haze. A soft mist had settled over Tookyoo sometime during the night after she had gotten home. The previous night still replayed through her mind as she sat there. Her blankets were draped over her lap as her fingers played with the edges of them as she tried to think about what she was going to do.
Luna had long since given up trying to find out what had happened. When Usagi had re-emerged from the bathroom, she had seemed better, but refused to speak about it. Now all Luna could do was sit at the end of the bed and keep an eye on her, making sure that she didn't do anything rash.
Usagi looked out of her room towards the her apartment door at the sound of knocking. She turned to look back out the window and into the dawn and the slowly setting moon. At the sound of the knocking starting up again, Usagi slowly pulled herself out of her bed and walked slowly to the door, unsure of what to expect. She opened the door to reveal two policeman.
"Excuse me. Can I help you?" Usagi asked confusedly.
"Are you Ms.," the taller policeman looked at his notebook before continueing, "Ms. Usagi Tsukino?"
"Yes, I am," Usagi said even more confused than before. Luna came up and sat at Usagi's feet.
"We regret to inform you that a Mr. Mamoru Chiba has died," the second officer said calmly.
The color drained from Usagi's face. "How?" She managed to ask as tears once again filled her eyes.
"He died in a car crash early this morning. It seems that the other car was speeding and hit his car head on. The doorman at his apartment said that you were his boyfriend and the closest next of king that he had."
"Who? Who was involved in the crash?!" Usagi quickly asked, worried for Haruka. It could have been Haruka out speeding in the night.
"It seems that there was a Ms. Michiru Kaioh in the car with him and the other driver was a Mr. Benichi Tanaka," the other officer spoke up.
"Are they okay?" Usagi asked hesitantly, not wanting to know, yet at the same time not able to stop herself from asking.
"Unfortunately no one survived."
Usagi somehow managed to mumble a thank you and a goodbye before shutting the door on the policemen. She stood frozen on her side of the door, the policemen's words spinning around in her head. Tears trickled down her face as she blankly into space. They had just been alive and now both of them were dead.
Bursting out the door, Usagi ran down the mist covered streets. Haruka had to know. Haruka deserved to know. No matter how much she hurt, she had to know. And Usagi wouldn't let her be told by strangers. Usagi ran down the streets, unsure of where exactly she was going, but trusting her instincts. She pulled to stop as she saw Haruka's car sitting by the park.
Once again, racing off Usagi ran into the park, still trying to find Haruka. When she finally saw Haruka, she was standing on the pier going into the lake. Usagi slowed down and walked over to where Haruka was standing. When she finally reached Haruka, she opened her mouth, yet nothing managed to come out, so she just stood there with Haruka.
Haruka finally turned her eyes to Usagi's still form with tears freely flowing. Haruka herself had calmed down a few hours ago, but the pier's slight breeze was still calming, and it had kept her off of the now slick streets. Usagi's sorrow-filled eyes slowly raised up to Haruka's. Haruka's face scrunched up in pain and she pulled Usagi into an embrace. They stood clinging to each other as the sun peaked over the trees and onto the lake.