Going Solo
Part 5 to OPOPOF
SM doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah...
~USAGI IS 10 NOW~
"Bye sweety, be good!" Kaeri kissed Usagi on the forehead and left with Tsukaeri. Usagi waved
goodbye and went up to her room to find her book. She became engrossed in it for a few hours
until the phone rang. She scurried down to the kitchen to get it.
"Hello?"
"Yes, is this Miss Tsukino Usagi?"
"Hai."
"We have some bad news. May we come to tell you right now?"
"Okay, Mister..." She hung the phone up and waited in the living room. She studied the intricate
patterns on the wallpaper for a little while until the doorbell rang.
"Ikimasu!" She hurried up to the door and unlocked it, opening it with haste.
"Your father, mother, and brother...were in a car crash. We need you to identify them so we know who they
are. Please come with us to the hospital." Usagi's face was blank. She couldn't believe this. Not
her, not her...this couldn't happen!!
She sat, looking forlornly out the window, staring into the depths of the blue sky.
"Please come with us." She followed the men into the white building. She remembered being brought
here by her mother once when she had been severely hurt by her father. She swallowed back the lump
in her throat and continued to walk.
She was stunned. Never had she seen such a place. Cold, lifeless, and limp bodies were strewn
accross the floor carelessly in black cases. She walked carefully to avoid stepping on any.
"We'll leave you here. Call us with this when you have found them." The men handwed her a small
gadget with a button on it. She noticed a boy standing over in the hall. He was a few years older
than her, with neat black hair. His eyes were a deep blue from what she could see.
"Excuse me?" Usagi was near crying now. Her waist length odangoes shook as she sobbed.
"If...you d-don't mind my...asking...what're y-y-you...here for?" Her face was now strewn with tears
like a waterfall.
"I have to come here nearly every week. Someone always dies in my family. It just happens. My parents
died a few years ago." The boy held her hand. It reminded her of what her mother used to do and
suddenly she was comforted.
"I never have any friends. Everyone thinks I'll die too."
"I'll be your friend."
"Really?"
"yeah."
"Everyone thinks that I'm gonna die..."
"I don't think so."
"What?"
"I said, I don't think so. You have to be really strong to got through this much. I know you'll live
a long and happy life." Usagi smiled sadly.
"My Mom and Dad died today. My father...used to hit me. He would say things like I should have
been the one to die. My little brother died, too. They know who he is. But I just can't bear
to look at these bodies. I don't want to see my mother and father."
"It's okay. Tell me what they looked like. I'll help." He rubbed her back while wiping a few stray
tears from her cheek.
"My mom had hair like mine...she always had it in a ponytail...she was wearing a blue scarf, sweater,
and long skirt. My dad always wore a suit. His tie was black and he has black hair and a goatee."
"By the way, I'm Chiba Mamoru. What's your name?"
"Tsukino Usagi." Usagi replied.
"I'm 11."(AN, I'm making Usagi older now than she normally is compared to Mamoru)
"I'm 10."
'She's pretty...' He thought, but rubbed it away. He wasn't some sort of lovebug. He was always a
loner. But she _was_ cute, he decided. She had lots of sense. He seemed like the kind of girl
for him- No. He wasn't in love with her. He'd die before he could ever see her, so what was the point?
'But I- I can't lie to myself. No. I won't.' He thought.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Phewph! I finally got Usagi and Mamoru together...or at least sorta!
PK
Part 5 to OPOPOF
SM doesn't belong to me, blah blah blah...
~USAGI IS 10 NOW~
"Bye sweety, be good!" Kaeri kissed Usagi on the forehead and left with Tsukaeri. Usagi waved
goodbye and went up to her room to find her book. She became engrossed in it for a few hours
until the phone rang. She scurried down to the kitchen to get it.
"Hello?"
"Yes, is this Miss Tsukino Usagi?"
"Hai."
"We have some bad news. May we come to tell you right now?"
"Okay, Mister..." She hung the phone up and waited in the living room. She studied the intricate
patterns on the wallpaper for a little while until the doorbell rang.
"Ikimasu!" She hurried up to the door and unlocked it, opening it with haste.
"Your father, mother, and brother...were in a car crash. We need you to identify them so we know who they
are. Please come with us to the hospital." Usagi's face was blank. She couldn't believe this. Not
her, not her...this couldn't happen!!
She sat, looking forlornly out the window, staring into the depths of the blue sky.
"Please come with us." She followed the men into the white building. She remembered being brought
here by her mother once when she had been severely hurt by her father. She swallowed back the lump
in her throat and continued to walk.
She was stunned. Never had she seen such a place. Cold, lifeless, and limp bodies were strewn
accross the floor carelessly in black cases. She walked carefully to avoid stepping on any.
"We'll leave you here. Call us with this when you have found them." The men handwed her a small
gadget with a button on it. She noticed a boy standing over in the hall. He was a few years older
than her, with neat black hair. His eyes were a deep blue from what she could see.
"Excuse me?" Usagi was near crying now. Her waist length odangoes shook as she sobbed.
"If...you d-don't mind my...asking...what're y-y-you...here for?" Her face was now strewn with tears
like a waterfall.
"I have to come here nearly every week. Someone always dies in my family. It just happens. My parents
died a few years ago." The boy held her hand. It reminded her of what her mother used to do and
suddenly she was comforted.
"I never have any friends. Everyone thinks I'll die too."
"I'll be your friend."
"Really?"
"yeah."
"Everyone thinks that I'm gonna die..."
"I don't think so."
"What?"
"I said, I don't think so. You have to be really strong to got through this much. I know you'll live
a long and happy life." Usagi smiled sadly.
"My Mom and Dad died today. My father...used to hit me. He would say things like I should have
been the one to die. My little brother died, too. They know who he is. But I just can't bear
to look at these bodies. I don't want to see my mother and father."
"It's okay. Tell me what they looked like. I'll help." He rubbed her back while wiping a few stray
tears from her cheek.
"My mom had hair like mine...she always had it in a ponytail...she was wearing a blue scarf, sweater,
and long skirt. My dad always wore a suit. His tie was black and he has black hair and a goatee."
"By the way, I'm Chiba Mamoru. What's your name?"
"Tsukino Usagi." Usagi replied.
"I'm 11."(AN, I'm making Usagi older now than she normally is compared to Mamoru)
"I'm 10."
'She's pretty...' He thought, but rubbed it away. He wasn't some sort of lovebug. He was always a
loner. But she _was_ cute, he decided. She had lots of sense. He seemed like the kind of girl
for him- No. He wasn't in love with her. He'd die before he could ever see her, so what was the point?
'But I- I can't lie to myself. No. I won't.' He thought.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Phewph! I finally got Usagi and Mamoru together...or at least sorta!
PK