The Night That Light Fell
Chapter 2, Don't Cry For The Lost One
Author's Notes: I do not know what I am doing. There, you have been warned. :) I'm just kidding. Nothing to say except e-mail me at silverflame_maiden@hotmail.com to encourage me to write faster and enjoy...
Like always {} means a memory
Disclaimers: Sailormoon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. Not me. In no way me.
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Mamoru A.K.A Darien stood in front of the dorm room door, fidgeting nervously, his hand poised an inch from the door. He didn't know what he was doing here, he shouldn't be here, she probably didn't even remember him, he should just leave- *Now, hold up, Mamoru* his mind stopped that line of thought, *Go ahead, take the chance. You, the one all the girls chase after. You, the legendary guy that everyone wants a piece of. Afraid of that little slip of a girl? Are you a man or are you a mouse?"*
Frankly, Mamoru would have preferred being a tiny, hairy rodent about to be the dinner of a cat then himself. But no, he was going to do it.
He knocked sharply on the door and waited and when no one answered, his eyebrows scrunched up and he knocked again louder...
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Usagi groaned in her sleep as the pounding continued on. Finally, she realized the sound was coming not from her dream, but from reality. She sat up, her eyes squinting, her mind still hazy as of what was happening. The sharp banging came again and her mind cleared as she realized it came from the doorway...someone was at the door. She groaned and stomped out of bed, her face a scowl as she headed outside the bedroom to the door.
As she was almost out the bedroom door she heard a lump from the bed on the other side of the room growl, "Kill whoever it is and hide the body in the coffee machine.
Usagi gave a small giggle as she said, "Will do."
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Mamoru was just about to knock the door down when it opened and a disheveled girl appears in the doorway. His breath caught. Her blond-spun hair was let down from their 'meatballs' and flowed down her body, hugging it. She wore a pair of bunny pajamas that seemed too large for her and her dainty mouth was set in a cute scowl.
She turned her crystal, unyielding, blue eyes to meet his own and said in a threatening tone, "Somebody better be dead."
His mouth quirked at her ire and her said amused, "Nobody's dead."
"Don't worry, somebody will be," she promised and he almost laughed out loud at her audacity. He grinned and forgot the reason why he came for a moment, just content to look into her dark, hazy eyes.
Then her eyebrows scrunched up and her eyes became questioning, "Don't I know you from somewhere? Oh, wait; wait a minute...you were that guy that helped me move my bags. Look, if you're looking for some kind of tip, I don't have any money."
Mamoru's mouth dropped open for a second before he closed it and said, "No, no, I don't want a tip. I just thought we could get to know each other. Maybe even go on a date."
Her eyes were unflinching, no emotion flickering through them except maybe a mere annoyance. Her lips turned from the scowl to a thin line.
"Listen," she began explaining as though to a 4-year-old child, "I don't feel like dating right now. Or maybe I'm busy. Which excuse would you prefer to spare your stupid male ego? In short, I just want you to leave me alone." It was cold, he knew, he had used that same, hard tone to all the other girls that tried desperately for him to like them.
He had never been the recipitant of such treatment before, though.
And he never knew it would hurt him this much.
The rejection caused a rise of anger in him and his jaw hardening into granite he turned from her without a word and stalked down the long hall.
Usagi, immediately regretting her harsh tone and words bit her lip and chased after him. *I can't take my anger and frustration out on him* she thought sadly *It wouldn't make anything better*
She grabbed his elbow and turned him around as she said in a soft, apologetic voice, "I'm sorry. Really, I am. I'm not usually so vindictive, but it's been a trial lately with college and all. I really don't feel up to dating now, but...maybe...if you want to...maybe we can be friends?" She bit her lip and looked down as she shuffled her feet.
All of Mamoru's anger ebbed away as he looked down at her adorable form. *Friends?* he thought amused. Sure, the University students will just love the hottest, most untouchable guy on campus being friends with a slip of a freshmen.
"I humbly accept your apology, milady," he said mock bowing to her.
"Who said I was apologizing?" She demanded right away in annoyance at the amusement in his clear midnight, cobalt blue eyes. She was also annoyed with herself for feeling a strange, warm tingle at the pit of her stomach.
"Do my ears deceive me or did I not hear milady say 'I'm sorry'?" he continued in that English accent, thoroughly enjoying himself for the first in such a long time.
"That was mere courtesy and compensation for your...er...rejection," she said quickly, her cheeks flushing.
Her head snapped up suddenly at the sound of his laughter though, "Whatever you say Odango."
Usagi's eyes suddenly widened and she looked up at him in disbelief. Then, suddenly, the searing pain of the memory burned through her mind and she felt her world shatter at the memory...
{The Shinto Priestess picked up a limp ponytail skeptically and said, "I still wonder why you bother keeping your hair like this."
"Leave me alone, Rei, I happen to like my hairstyle," the blonde pouted prettily.
"You know what your hair reminds me of, Usa?" Motoki asked thoughtfully.
"What?" she asked her crush dreamily.
"Odango Atama," he answered and grinned as she sweatdropped.
"Hey, yeah, it does, Odango," Rei laughed.
"Don't call me that!" Usagi cried.
Rei just continued laughing, "Whatever you say, Odango..."}
Usagi snapped her head back up and suddenly before her eyes she saw that guy... this guy had called her Odango...not Rei...anger reigned through her like a fire.
"Don't call me that, you jerk!" she yelled.
"Touchy, aren't we? Well, I'll just have to think of another name for you...meatball head," he laughed.
"Don't call me that either!" she shouted.
"What about bunny rabbit?" he continued to laugh.
"Don't-" she started to yell but the dorm room door opened and a shoe came flying out hitting the wall with a loud smack before the dorm room door closed with a loud thump.
"Remember, Usagi," Lita yelled out behind the door, "We have two coffee machines!"
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Usagi and Lita walked down the halls of the 4th floor of the Goodman building where the Freshmen first classes were. The blonde had her hair up in her two Odangos and she wore a short black skirt that went mid-thigh and a silver t-shirt with a long necklace running down the front. A silver and black headband adorned her forehead and a pair of dark blue and white sneakers adorned her feet. Lita had her dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail with ringlets falling down and she wore a dark green dress with spaghetti straps.
Once they reached Usagi's first class Lita smiled wishing Usagi good luck and walked off to her class. Smiling Usagi entered the huge classroom with the hundreds of chairs lined up like a movie theater and the Professor's desk at the front. Seating herself, the Japanese girl opened her notebook and started to draw doodles of of various things. Suddenly, she heard loud whispers around her and looked up at the doorway to see what all the whispering was about. There, in the doorway, stood a girl her age with thick blonde hair and sunglasses on. The girl wore gold necklace and diamond earrings along with expensive bracelets. She wore a figure-hugging yellow Chanel suit that would make the fashion models for magazines drool to have and like the rest of her her dark blue Gucci purse was just that...expensive.
Usagi's breath caught in amazement and awe as she whispered a soft name, "Minako." Then, the girl lifted her nose and walked towards a desk, her hips swaying, and her red-lipstick mouth in a thin line. And Usagi felt the once again pain of defeated hope. No, this wasn't Minako; Minako was a bubbly, fun girl with smiles and enthusiastic optimism. Yet, she still had to find out who this girl was...
Turning to a redhead to her left Usagi asked, "Who's that?"
Ann, turning her forest green eyes to the blonde's said disdainfully and spitefully, "That's Mina Regimond, third heir to the Regimond billions. She goes to this University just to 'rebel' against her parents who give her everything she wants. Spoiled, wealthy, diamond Mina Regimond. The shining diamond of that family."
Usagi looked the redhead and said, "But surely you must be wrong."
Ann looked at the blonde and said, "Go ahead. Talk to her. You'll see for yourself."
Standing up Usagi walked over to where the blonde girl sat and tapped her softly on the shoulder. Mina looked up and pulled down her sunglasses and even though she was standing and the other girl was sitting Usagi was under the distinct impression that the other girl was looking down at her.
"Yes," drawled out the bored tone. Mina looked at her as if amused by the pesky bug that she was about to squish.
Putting out her hand, Usgai said, "My name's Usagi Tsukino. What's yours?"
Mina looked at Usagi's hand in greater amusement as she pulled up and her glasses, turned around and said, "The name's Mina Regimond, as if you didn't know. Now shoo, go away and suck up to someone else."
Red-faced, Usagi stomped back to her seat and growled low in her throat. But beneath her anger were the broken wings of hope. No, this wasn't Minako. The girl in her class was Mina Regimond. And the same face doesn't mean there the same person.
Usagi took her seat as the Professor stood up to instruct the class. *This is going to be a long semester...* she thought painfully...
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"Don't you think it's strange that Lita looks so much like Makoto?" the dark, black cat asked her male counterpart.
"Hm?" the white cat lazily said from the bed.
"Get up, Artemis and answer my question!" Luna yelled angrily as she mumbled about slow co-workers.
Popping his head from the side of the bed, Artemis said, "What was your question again?"
Luna jumped onto the bed and growled, "I said, don't you think it's weird that Usagi's new roommate looks so much like Makoto? I mean, if I didn't know better I would have sworn they were the exact same people."
"But they can't be," Artemis said getting serious now, "Lita has a life, she has photos and things and proof that states that Lita Kenzington actually existed for 18 years. And besides, if she had anything to do with the Silver Millennium, we would have known."
Looking skeptically down at Artemis, Luna said disdainfully, "I think you just don't want to work, Artemis. You don't want to accept the fact that Lita has something to do with the Silver Millennium because you're afraid you'll have to do work." That was too far and Luna knew she had pushed the wrong buttons, but it was too late.
The usually calm, even-tempered white cat jumped up and yelled angrily, "You're wrong Luna! For once, the great No-it-all Guardian cat is wrong! I don't want to accept Lita might have something to do with Makoto because if that's true then that means Minako is still out there! And do you know how painful that is? Losing the other scouts was painful enough, but me and Minako, we've been together since she was a child! I let it past and I'm not going to raise my hopes just to have it stomped on again! I'm also not accepting some imposter look-alike as my Minako!"
With that said he jumped off the bed and out the window, landing swiftly on his feet as he bounded off.
Luna looked out the window as she whispered, "Oh Artemis, don't do this..."
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Usagi groaned low in her throat as the Professor droned on. *Great! My first class in the starting year just had to be Philosophy* she thought disgustedly to herself. The Professor had started the class with a strong thought...Fate or Free will? Usagi had never been big on Philosophy, since her happy existence hadn't really required her to question life or it's reasons. Yet, now...as she listened...she couldn't help but be intrigued...even just a little.
"Now, let's give an example on this, shall we?" Mr. Hinam said ecstatically as he went toward the movable chalkboard and drew an out of proportioned dog and a plate of food, "Now, let's say that Figure A, the dog is starving to death, and Figure B the plate of food is his option. Now, he can choose fate and eat the food to satisfy his hunger or he can choose free will and die. Which will be better? Anyone? Anyone at all? C'mon people, this is the first day for goodness sakes!"
Seeing as how nobody answered Mr.Hinam pointed at the student that stood out the most, "The blonde girl with the meatball hair. What's your name?"
Looking around and seeing he was speaking to her, Usagi said, "Tsukino Usagi."
Nodding his head impatiently, Mr. Hinam said, "Okay, Usagi, answer this question for me."
"I say the dog eat the damn food and get it over with!" Usagi looked up to see a strangely familiar dark-haired boy yell out as his friends and the rest of the class laughed.
"Yes, well, nobody asked you, Mr, so I suggest you keep your mouth shut. Now, Ms.Tuskino, if you would answer the question," the Professor continued.
Examining the problem more closely, the Japanese girl felt a pang of emotion at how similar it was to her own doubts on life. Hesitatingly, she said, "I don't know if this is right or not, but-"
Mr. Hinam cut her off, waving his hand dismissively he said, "Nonsense, Ms. Tsukino. This is Philosophy and we strive to discover the truth here. Remember there are no stupid answers-"
"Only stupid questions!" the same boy yelled out, but Usagi just ignored him this time.
Feeling the class of 200 fall away Usagi began speaking as though she was explaining the prospect to herself, "I believe that the dog is not only stuck between a choice of Free will against Fate, but also one evil against the other. Should he choose death along with Free will or should he choose life along with Fate? Faced with such options the dog must wonder within himself and ask if others are involved. If he is willing to risk his own free will to follow the strand of Fate and eat the food, will he live another day just to regret his cowardice in letting Fate dictate his life and decision? But if he chooses Free will and dies, what happens then? What is he sacrificing for his own selfishness? Are there others that will suffer for his act against Fate? So, in the end, faced with the two evils, she realizes that you must risk what you care for most for the better of the people and she accepts what Fate hands her...too much of a coward to do otherwise."
The class and the Professor stared open-mouthed in thraw at Usagi's small speech that ended with a tightness in her voice.
Walking near her, Mr. Hinam said plaintively, "You speak as though from experience, Ms. Tsukino. Has your previous dealings and own personal past interfere with this decision?"
Shrugging, the blond girl bit her bottom lip before saying softly, "Fate's a bitch."
"Here! Here!" the guy from earlier shouted out breaking the tension as the Professor said, "Well, that was certainly one opinion, be it a very strong opinion, anyone else?"
Usagi looked up at the boy higher up in the aisle seat and smiled gratifyingly at him. Winking at her he smiled also.
While the class continued on, Mina Regimond looked at the Japenese girl oddly as though she was trying to decipher a mystery held unknown to her.
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"Hey, how was your first day of classes?" Lita asked Usagi in the cafeteria.
"I survived, didn't I? Stuff like surviving your first day should be able to go on your resume," the blonde commented as she ate a large pizza.
"Mmmmmm, I just love these thingies, what do you call them again?" Usagi sighed blissfully.
Grinning, Lita replied, "Pizza. It's called Pizza, Usagi. And this is the fourth slice you've had of it."
Pouting, Usagi continued on with her meal, oblivious to the stares of adoration the males in the large room were giving her.
Suddenly, Usagi noticed that Makoto had stopped talking to her and was looking at the cafeteria doorway, her mouth agape. Deciding she wanted to know what the fuss was about, Usagi turned around watched as the world froze and horror encased her.
A bloody white cat with thick, crust of blood on its fur staggered in the doorway, it's golden flecked eyes intent on her.
Gasping in horror, Usagi cried, "Artemis!"
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Chapter 2, Don't Cry For The Lost One
Author's Notes: I do not know what I am doing. There, you have been warned. :) I'm just kidding. Nothing to say except e-mail me at silverflame_maiden@hotmail.com to encourage me to write faster and enjoy...
Like always {} means a memory
Disclaimers: Sailormoon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. Not me. In no way me.
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Mamoru A.K.A Darien stood in front of the dorm room door, fidgeting nervously, his hand poised an inch from the door. He didn't know what he was doing here, he shouldn't be here, she probably didn't even remember him, he should just leave- *Now, hold up, Mamoru* his mind stopped that line of thought, *Go ahead, take the chance. You, the one all the girls chase after. You, the legendary guy that everyone wants a piece of. Afraid of that little slip of a girl? Are you a man or are you a mouse?"*
Frankly, Mamoru would have preferred being a tiny, hairy rodent about to be the dinner of a cat then himself. But no, he was going to do it.
He knocked sharply on the door and waited and when no one answered, his eyebrows scrunched up and he knocked again louder...
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Usagi groaned in her sleep as the pounding continued on. Finally, she realized the sound was coming not from her dream, but from reality. She sat up, her eyes squinting, her mind still hazy as of what was happening. The sharp banging came again and her mind cleared as she realized it came from the doorway...someone was at the door. She groaned and stomped out of bed, her face a scowl as she headed outside the bedroom to the door.
As she was almost out the bedroom door she heard a lump from the bed on the other side of the room growl, "Kill whoever it is and hide the body in the coffee machine.
Usagi gave a small giggle as she said, "Will do."
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Mamoru was just about to knock the door down when it opened and a disheveled girl appears in the doorway. His breath caught. Her blond-spun hair was let down from their 'meatballs' and flowed down her body, hugging it. She wore a pair of bunny pajamas that seemed too large for her and her dainty mouth was set in a cute scowl.
She turned her crystal, unyielding, blue eyes to meet his own and said in a threatening tone, "Somebody better be dead."
His mouth quirked at her ire and her said amused, "Nobody's dead."
"Don't worry, somebody will be," she promised and he almost laughed out loud at her audacity. He grinned and forgot the reason why he came for a moment, just content to look into her dark, hazy eyes.
Then her eyebrows scrunched up and her eyes became questioning, "Don't I know you from somewhere? Oh, wait; wait a minute...you were that guy that helped me move my bags. Look, if you're looking for some kind of tip, I don't have any money."
Mamoru's mouth dropped open for a second before he closed it and said, "No, no, I don't want a tip. I just thought we could get to know each other. Maybe even go on a date."
Her eyes were unflinching, no emotion flickering through them except maybe a mere annoyance. Her lips turned from the scowl to a thin line.
"Listen," she began explaining as though to a 4-year-old child, "I don't feel like dating right now. Or maybe I'm busy. Which excuse would you prefer to spare your stupid male ego? In short, I just want you to leave me alone." It was cold, he knew, he had used that same, hard tone to all the other girls that tried desperately for him to like them.
He had never been the recipitant of such treatment before, though.
And he never knew it would hurt him this much.
The rejection caused a rise of anger in him and his jaw hardening into granite he turned from her without a word and stalked down the long hall.
Usagi, immediately regretting her harsh tone and words bit her lip and chased after him. *I can't take my anger and frustration out on him* she thought sadly *It wouldn't make anything better*
She grabbed his elbow and turned him around as she said in a soft, apologetic voice, "I'm sorry. Really, I am. I'm not usually so vindictive, but it's been a trial lately with college and all. I really don't feel up to dating now, but...maybe...if you want to...maybe we can be friends?" She bit her lip and looked down as she shuffled her feet.
All of Mamoru's anger ebbed away as he looked down at her adorable form. *Friends?* he thought amused. Sure, the University students will just love the hottest, most untouchable guy on campus being friends with a slip of a freshmen.
"I humbly accept your apology, milady," he said mock bowing to her.
"Who said I was apologizing?" She demanded right away in annoyance at the amusement in his clear midnight, cobalt blue eyes. She was also annoyed with herself for feeling a strange, warm tingle at the pit of her stomach.
"Do my ears deceive me or did I not hear milady say 'I'm sorry'?" he continued in that English accent, thoroughly enjoying himself for the first in such a long time.
"That was mere courtesy and compensation for your...er...rejection," she said quickly, her cheeks flushing.
Her head snapped up suddenly at the sound of his laughter though, "Whatever you say Odango."
Usagi's eyes suddenly widened and she looked up at him in disbelief. Then, suddenly, the searing pain of the memory burned through her mind and she felt her world shatter at the memory...
{The Shinto Priestess picked up a limp ponytail skeptically and said, "I still wonder why you bother keeping your hair like this."
"Leave me alone, Rei, I happen to like my hairstyle," the blonde pouted prettily.
"You know what your hair reminds me of, Usa?" Motoki asked thoughtfully.
"What?" she asked her crush dreamily.
"Odango Atama," he answered and grinned as she sweatdropped.
"Hey, yeah, it does, Odango," Rei laughed.
"Don't call me that!" Usagi cried.
Rei just continued laughing, "Whatever you say, Odango..."}
Usagi snapped her head back up and suddenly before her eyes she saw that guy... this guy had called her Odango...not Rei...anger reigned through her like a fire.
"Don't call me that, you jerk!" she yelled.
"Touchy, aren't we? Well, I'll just have to think of another name for you...meatball head," he laughed.
"Don't call me that either!" she shouted.
"What about bunny rabbit?" he continued to laugh.
"Don't-" she started to yell but the dorm room door opened and a shoe came flying out hitting the wall with a loud smack before the dorm room door closed with a loud thump.
"Remember, Usagi," Lita yelled out behind the door, "We have two coffee machines!"
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Usagi and Lita walked down the halls of the 4th floor of the Goodman building where the Freshmen first classes were. The blonde had her hair up in her two Odangos and she wore a short black skirt that went mid-thigh and a silver t-shirt with a long necklace running down the front. A silver and black headband adorned her forehead and a pair of dark blue and white sneakers adorned her feet. Lita had her dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail with ringlets falling down and she wore a dark green dress with spaghetti straps.
Once they reached Usagi's first class Lita smiled wishing Usagi good luck and walked off to her class. Smiling Usagi entered the huge classroom with the hundreds of chairs lined up like a movie theater and the Professor's desk at the front. Seating herself, the Japanese girl opened her notebook and started to draw doodles of of various things. Suddenly, she heard loud whispers around her and looked up at the doorway to see what all the whispering was about. There, in the doorway, stood a girl her age with thick blonde hair and sunglasses on. The girl wore gold necklace and diamond earrings along with expensive bracelets. She wore a figure-hugging yellow Chanel suit that would make the fashion models for magazines drool to have and like the rest of her her dark blue Gucci purse was just that...expensive.
Usagi's breath caught in amazement and awe as she whispered a soft name, "Minako." Then, the girl lifted her nose and walked towards a desk, her hips swaying, and her red-lipstick mouth in a thin line. And Usagi felt the once again pain of defeated hope. No, this wasn't Minako; Minako was a bubbly, fun girl with smiles and enthusiastic optimism. Yet, she still had to find out who this girl was...
Turning to a redhead to her left Usagi asked, "Who's that?"
Ann, turning her forest green eyes to the blonde's said disdainfully and spitefully, "That's Mina Regimond, third heir to the Regimond billions. She goes to this University just to 'rebel' against her parents who give her everything she wants. Spoiled, wealthy, diamond Mina Regimond. The shining diamond of that family."
Usagi looked the redhead and said, "But surely you must be wrong."
Ann looked at the blonde and said, "Go ahead. Talk to her. You'll see for yourself."
Standing up Usagi walked over to where the blonde girl sat and tapped her softly on the shoulder. Mina looked up and pulled down her sunglasses and even though she was standing and the other girl was sitting Usagi was under the distinct impression that the other girl was looking down at her.
"Yes," drawled out the bored tone. Mina looked at her as if amused by the pesky bug that she was about to squish.
Putting out her hand, Usgai said, "My name's Usagi Tsukino. What's yours?"
Mina looked at Usagi's hand in greater amusement as she pulled up and her glasses, turned around and said, "The name's Mina Regimond, as if you didn't know. Now shoo, go away and suck up to someone else."
Red-faced, Usagi stomped back to her seat and growled low in her throat. But beneath her anger were the broken wings of hope. No, this wasn't Minako. The girl in her class was Mina Regimond. And the same face doesn't mean there the same person.
Usagi took her seat as the Professor stood up to instruct the class. *This is going to be a long semester...* she thought painfully...
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"Don't you think it's strange that Lita looks so much like Makoto?" the dark, black cat asked her male counterpart.
"Hm?" the white cat lazily said from the bed.
"Get up, Artemis and answer my question!" Luna yelled angrily as she mumbled about slow co-workers.
Popping his head from the side of the bed, Artemis said, "What was your question again?"
Luna jumped onto the bed and growled, "I said, don't you think it's weird that Usagi's new roommate looks so much like Makoto? I mean, if I didn't know better I would have sworn they were the exact same people."
"But they can't be," Artemis said getting serious now, "Lita has a life, she has photos and things and proof that states that Lita Kenzington actually existed for 18 years. And besides, if she had anything to do with the Silver Millennium, we would have known."
Looking skeptically down at Artemis, Luna said disdainfully, "I think you just don't want to work, Artemis. You don't want to accept the fact that Lita has something to do with the Silver Millennium because you're afraid you'll have to do work." That was too far and Luna knew she had pushed the wrong buttons, but it was too late.
The usually calm, even-tempered white cat jumped up and yelled angrily, "You're wrong Luna! For once, the great No-it-all Guardian cat is wrong! I don't want to accept Lita might have something to do with Makoto because if that's true then that means Minako is still out there! And do you know how painful that is? Losing the other scouts was painful enough, but me and Minako, we've been together since she was a child! I let it past and I'm not going to raise my hopes just to have it stomped on again! I'm also not accepting some imposter look-alike as my Minako!"
With that said he jumped off the bed and out the window, landing swiftly on his feet as he bounded off.
Luna looked out the window as she whispered, "Oh Artemis, don't do this..."
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Usagi groaned low in her throat as the Professor droned on. *Great! My first class in the starting year just had to be Philosophy* she thought disgustedly to herself. The Professor had started the class with a strong thought...Fate or Free will? Usagi had never been big on Philosophy, since her happy existence hadn't really required her to question life or it's reasons. Yet, now...as she listened...she couldn't help but be intrigued...even just a little.
"Now, let's give an example on this, shall we?" Mr. Hinam said ecstatically as he went toward the movable chalkboard and drew an out of proportioned dog and a plate of food, "Now, let's say that Figure A, the dog is starving to death, and Figure B the plate of food is his option. Now, he can choose fate and eat the food to satisfy his hunger or he can choose free will and die. Which will be better? Anyone? Anyone at all? C'mon people, this is the first day for goodness sakes!"
Seeing as how nobody answered Mr.Hinam pointed at the student that stood out the most, "The blonde girl with the meatball hair. What's your name?"
Looking around and seeing he was speaking to her, Usagi said, "Tsukino Usagi."
Nodding his head impatiently, Mr. Hinam said, "Okay, Usagi, answer this question for me."
"I say the dog eat the damn food and get it over with!" Usagi looked up to see a strangely familiar dark-haired boy yell out as his friends and the rest of the class laughed.
"Yes, well, nobody asked you, Mr, so I suggest you keep your mouth shut. Now, Ms.Tuskino, if you would answer the question," the Professor continued.
Examining the problem more closely, the Japanese girl felt a pang of emotion at how similar it was to her own doubts on life. Hesitatingly, she said, "I don't know if this is right or not, but-"
Mr. Hinam cut her off, waving his hand dismissively he said, "Nonsense, Ms. Tsukino. This is Philosophy and we strive to discover the truth here. Remember there are no stupid answers-"
"Only stupid questions!" the same boy yelled out, but Usagi just ignored him this time.
Feeling the class of 200 fall away Usagi began speaking as though she was explaining the prospect to herself, "I believe that the dog is not only stuck between a choice of Free will against Fate, but also one evil against the other. Should he choose death along with Free will or should he choose life along with Fate? Faced with such options the dog must wonder within himself and ask if others are involved. If he is willing to risk his own free will to follow the strand of Fate and eat the food, will he live another day just to regret his cowardice in letting Fate dictate his life and decision? But if he chooses Free will and dies, what happens then? What is he sacrificing for his own selfishness? Are there others that will suffer for his act against Fate? So, in the end, faced with the two evils, she realizes that you must risk what you care for most for the better of the people and she accepts what Fate hands her...too much of a coward to do otherwise."
The class and the Professor stared open-mouthed in thraw at Usagi's small speech that ended with a tightness in her voice.
Walking near her, Mr. Hinam said plaintively, "You speak as though from experience, Ms. Tsukino. Has your previous dealings and own personal past interfere with this decision?"
Shrugging, the blond girl bit her bottom lip before saying softly, "Fate's a bitch."
"Here! Here!" the guy from earlier shouted out breaking the tension as the Professor said, "Well, that was certainly one opinion, be it a very strong opinion, anyone else?"
Usagi looked up at the boy higher up in the aisle seat and smiled gratifyingly at him. Winking at her he smiled also.
While the class continued on, Mina Regimond looked at the Japenese girl oddly as though she was trying to decipher a mystery held unknown to her.
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"Hey, how was your first day of classes?" Lita asked Usagi in the cafeteria.
"I survived, didn't I? Stuff like surviving your first day should be able to go on your resume," the blonde commented as she ate a large pizza.
"Mmmmmm, I just love these thingies, what do you call them again?" Usagi sighed blissfully.
Grinning, Lita replied, "Pizza. It's called Pizza, Usagi. And this is the fourth slice you've had of it."
Pouting, Usagi continued on with her meal, oblivious to the stares of adoration the males in the large room were giving her.
Suddenly, Usagi noticed that Makoto had stopped talking to her and was looking at the cafeteria doorway, her mouth agape. Deciding she wanted to know what the fuss was about, Usagi turned around watched as the world froze and horror encased her.
A bloody white cat with thick, crust of blood on its fur staggered in the doorway, it's golden flecked eyes intent on her.
Gasping in horror, Usagi cried, "Artemis!"
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