Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Gundam Wing, Sailor Moon, or "Thankyou." I am borrowing them for entertainment purposes only; no money is being made from the writing or reading of this story.
Bunny Moon
©2001-2002 by Kei
::Chapter 5 – I've Told You My Story Now::
Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and through
Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you
Some months passed, with occasional visits from Hotaru and Chibiusa and letters from Hotaru. Bunny continued with her three jobs, storing away her salary, biding her time, and waiting for the perfect house to buy.
"Is Quatre here?" Heero asked when he came over one weekend when Bunny didn't have work.
"No," Bunny shook her head. "He's gone out for the day. You are welcome to come in, though, Mr. Yuy."
He stepped in and remained in the foyer. She looked at him and said, "What?"
"If we are the only two here, wouldn't it be polite of you to keep me company?" he said.
"Still haven't found anything out yet, huh?" she smirked. "Sorry, Mr. Yuy, but I'm not that stupid. If I could sit down with you and have a nice conversation without you drowning me with questions, I would, but I can't, so I won't."
He pursed his lips and retreated to the living room.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Bunny opened the door to reveal a mailman with a letter for her from Hotaru. She ripped apart the envelope and scanned the tearstained piece of paper before bursting into tears herself.
"NO!" she cried, slumping to her knees, and Heero cautiously sneaked up. "This is impossible! They can't do this to me! No! They can't just take her away! God, why?"
"What's the problem?" Heero asked in his monotone voice.
"Some people want to adopt Chibiusa," she sniffled, clutching the letter.
"So? You should be happy that she'll be in a good home," he said coldly.
"You don't understand!" she wailed. "She has a good home! She has Hotaru and me!"
"If she had a good home, she wouldn't be living with a foster family," Heero shot back, and she stopped crying abruptly. She got to her feet and walked right up to him, then drew back and slapped him with all her might.
"You asshole," she snarled. "You really don't understand. Chibiusa is not my little sister. Chibiusa is my DAUGHTER!" she screamed, flinging the letter at him.
Stunned as he was over his throbbing cheek, Heero managed to grab the letter and read it quickly.
"Are you happy now, Heero Yuy?" she yelled at him, tears flying wildly down her flushed cheeks. "You know my secret! Usagi Moon is my daughter! And they have no right to take her away from me! I've had a shitty enough life as it is, and I don't need them to take away one of the only things that keeps me going!"
Heero felt exceptionally guilty. "Miss Moon, forgive me. I'm very sorry, I didn't know—"
"Damn right you didn't know!" she sobbed, covering her face with her hands. "I'd have thought you'd be having a party by now! Let it be known! Usagi Moon is, in fact, Bunny's daughter!" she raged sarcastically.
"Bunny," he murmured, placing a gentle hand on her arm. She stopped crying long enough to glance down and stare for a moment at the place they were connected, then locked eyes with him.
"Shit," she muttered, roughly wiping away her tears with the arm he wasn't holding. "I'm going to tell you of all people, Heero Yuy, about my past."
He guided her into the living room and they seated themselves on the couch.
"My name isn't Bunny Moon," she began. "When I was sixteen, when Chibiusa was born, I changed it from Usagi Tsukino. That's probably why you couldn't find out anything about me, because my records are under Usagi Tsukino.
"I was dating this guy, Mamoru Chiba. He was two years older than me, and he got me pregnant. I had thought he was the kind of guy who would take responsibility and marry me, or at least promise to, and help care for the baby. But he dumped me on the spot and took up with some other girl."
She didn't notice Heero clenching and unclenching his fists in anger towards this Mamoru Chiba jerk that had wrought such anguish on the beautiful Bunny.
"When I told my friends, I expected them to be supportive and try to make me feel better. They did for a while, but it was all lies. They eventually stopped speaking to me, and I know more than one of them had a hand in the rumor that went around my school that I was easy.
"My parents—that was the worst. They kicked me out of the house and left me to fend for myself. I stayed at the house of a loyal friend, Naru Osaka, and continued to attend school. But I had to make trips to the obstetrician frequently and so I missed a lot of class. I was forced to drop out. But when I went to the hospital, I met this sweet girl named Hotaru Tomoe. We got to know each other and she became my adoptive little sister. She was understanding and supportive of my situation, and after Chibiusa's birth and the changing of my name, we got some money together and rented an apartment.
"I had to hire a babysitter for Chibiusa while I worked three jobs and Hotaru went to school. Those three jobs paid for the sitter, rent, food, and other things we needed to live. Our lives were fairly smooth. I mean, we survived. But, of course, it didn't last.
"Some big development company decided to build a huge multiplex theatre on the block our apartment building was on. We were the only tenants and our landlords were ancient, so we were evicted. These people from family services came and took Hotaru and Chibiusa to live with a foster family indefinitely. I didn't know anyone could adopt them!" she cried, breaking down again into Heero's chest.
"Bunny…is it all right to call you that?" he ventured.
"Since when do you care about my permission?" she retorted, blinking to get the tears out of her eyes.
"Bunny, I know you probably don't like to infringe on other people's hospitality, but if you explained all of this to Quatre, he would spend his life savings to get your daughter and little sister back for you," Heero informed her.
"Would he? Really, Heero?" she asked, her voice small and hopeful like a child's.
"Yes, really." He nodded, smiling a bit at the abandonment of the cold formality she usually called him with.