- [ TORN ] -
- [ Part Ten ] -
- [ By: PhoenixStAr ] -
- [ KireiPhoenix@hotmail.com ] -
- [ http://takeoff.to/platinumphoenix ] -
Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to lie to
you and tell you that I created Sailormoon
and everyone else associated to it, I can't.
My mommy always told me not to lie,
soooooooo...yeah. Sailormoon isn't mine.
Mamoru couldn't watch. There was something gruesome about
watching your love put her life on the line for you. For a
second time. He couldn't watch, but there was something that
compelled him to keep his eyes on her. He tried to push her
out of the way, but Usagi's resolution to protect him kept
her firm in her position. However, she was unquestionably
weakened from the previous hit.
Mamoru tried his best to push her out of the way without
upsetting her wound, but the pain was inevitable. Pain
immersed all her senses as her vision faded in and out from
the high intensity of it, thinking that the pain had come from
the bullet, but that wasn't the case, because Mamoru had taken
the bullet for her.
With trembling hands, Minako dropped her sniper to the ground
with a clatter. She couldn't believe what she had just done.
She had...she had almost killed the best friend she could've
ever hoped for..."Oh kami..." her voice shook as sobs engulfed
her body. "Kami, what have I done..." So engrossed in her
self-guilt, she didn't notice when Makoto, Rei and Ami rushed
to her side.
"Minako-chan? Mina? Please hun, stop crying...let's go see
Usa, okay?" Looking helpless for once, Makoto pulled on her
friend's sleeve, almost seeming like a scared child. When the
blonde nodded, she led the way as they jumped off the high
platform to where Usagi lay in Mamoru's arms.
Mamoru looked up to the soft tap on his shoulder. In a chokey
voice, a blue haired girl asked him softly, "Was she...hit?"
Mamoru shook his head negatively, and it was then that she
realised the bloody gash on his right shoulder. "Come on."
Makoto was caring for a distraught Minako while Rei carried
Usagi. Ami made sure that Mamoru didn't rip the hole in his
shoulder even bigger by moving for Usagi.
In the infirmary, Kirei greeted them seriously. Giving Mamoru
but a glance, she focused her attention on her surrogate daughter.
"What happened," her question sounded more like a statement.
The girls gave Kirei a brief recount of the previous events,
eager to point out Mamoru's faults in this whole charade. They
failed to notice, however, Mamoru's silence and how he had
seemed to age ten years every time he took a glance at Usagi's
frail body. The girls finally succumed to quiet when they each
realised on their own how much Mamoru really did love their friend.
Kirei kept quiet, listening to the girls' explanations, but
keeping an eye on Mamoru the whole while. His pallid face and
prominent worry lines were unneeded clues to his obvious infatuation
with the dying girl. Even as she cleaned and bandaged his wound,
he faced the physical pain with a stoic face and his hand never
once left Usagi's.
Tiredly, Mamoru turned his head towards his nurse. In a ragged
voice he asked coldly, "Shouldn't you be attending to Usa?"
Kirei responded quietly, "The girls are doing everything they can."
Within hours, the battle outside had subsided, but no one in the
immediate room cared much. Their attention was focused on the one
girl that was hanging on to her last thread of life, watching in
helplessness. The Leader had come in once to check on her progress,
but her presence was idle, and left soon after.
The room was eerily filled with silent noises, the most prominent
being the steady beeping of a machine. Steps of Rei's regular pacings
echoed dully throughout the room while accented by Makoto's random
cracking of her knuckles. Kirei's quiet hushes underlined Minako's
soft weeping, and the clacks of Ami's keyboard could be constantly
heard in the background. None of the girls dared disturb the mood
that Mamoru had created.
There he sat, next to Usagi's bed, looking desolate, holding onto
her hand as if she was his last hold onto life. "Usako...I'm so
sorry, Usako...You should've never have had to take that for me,"
Mamoru couldn't help but choke on his words, "Please Usako...wake
up...Aishiteru...I'm so sorry..."
Each occupant of the room looked expectedly at Usagi, having watched
enough movies to know that this was the deciding point. After all,
it might as well be enforced as a law. After the guy apologized
and declared his love to the dying girl, she either woke up or died
that very moment.
Nothing.
The steady beeping of the machines echoed through the silent room.
There was still no response from Usagi. Mamoru clenched his fist in
self-directed anger and ignored the protest of pain that came from
his wound. How could he have been so stupid? How cou-
"Mamo-chan?" Came the soft whisper of her voice.
"Usa...ko?" His broken response signaled the girls' cue to leave.
Now that they were certain Usagi would be alright, the lovers
deserved some time alone. Mamoru buried his dark head on Usagi's
neck. "Oh kami, Usako...I'm so sorry, I-"
"Mamo-chan...I'm going to die, aren't I?"
One look at the scared expression on her face broke his heart a
million times over. "Iie, Usako, of course not. You'll be fine."
She shook her head harshly, and tears flew unwillingly. "Don't
lie to me!" Her voice softened yet again, "I'm not going to make
it." Sardonically, she spoke with a bitter smile on her face, "I
see the light...they're coming for me!" She tried to laugh as tears
made their way down her face. "I'm sorry I couldn't stay long,
Mamo-chan..."
Harsh reality hit Mamoru, and he bit himself in an attempt to not
cry, to stay strong for Usagi. "No, no...don't be sorry, Usako."
Smiling softly, she lifted her hand to caress his face...and died.
AN: Ooooh...I'm sure a lot of people want to kill me for this one.
But like I've said many many times before...It's not something I
hold against Usagi, but it's just that I'm incapable of writing
anything that's not depressing! Like...check out 'Fall', or 'I
Wanted to Tell Her'! (hehe...shameless self promo ^^;) What can I
say? I like sad endings. *shrugs helplessly* Remember to R&R!
Comments, flames...everything!
- [ KireiPhoenix@hotmail.com ] -
-[http://takeoff.to/platinumphoenix]-
- [ Part Ten ] -
- [ By: PhoenixStAr ] -
- [ KireiPhoenix@hotmail.com ] -
- [ http://takeoff.to/platinumphoenix ] -
Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to lie to
you and tell you that I created Sailormoon
and everyone else associated to it, I can't.
My mommy always told me not to lie,
soooooooo...yeah. Sailormoon isn't mine.
Mamoru couldn't watch. There was something gruesome about
watching your love put her life on the line for you. For a
second time. He couldn't watch, but there was something that
compelled him to keep his eyes on her. He tried to push her
out of the way, but Usagi's resolution to protect him kept
her firm in her position. However, she was unquestionably
weakened from the previous hit.
Mamoru tried his best to push her out of the way without
upsetting her wound, but the pain was inevitable. Pain
immersed all her senses as her vision faded in and out from
the high intensity of it, thinking that the pain had come from
the bullet, but that wasn't the case, because Mamoru had taken
the bullet for her.
With trembling hands, Minako dropped her sniper to the ground
with a clatter. She couldn't believe what she had just done.
She had...she had almost killed the best friend she could've
ever hoped for..."Oh kami..." her voice shook as sobs engulfed
her body. "Kami, what have I done..." So engrossed in her
self-guilt, she didn't notice when Makoto, Rei and Ami rushed
to her side.
"Minako-chan? Mina? Please hun, stop crying...let's go see
Usa, okay?" Looking helpless for once, Makoto pulled on her
friend's sleeve, almost seeming like a scared child. When the
blonde nodded, she led the way as they jumped off the high
platform to where Usagi lay in Mamoru's arms.
Mamoru looked up to the soft tap on his shoulder. In a chokey
voice, a blue haired girl asked him softly, "Was she...hit?"
Mamoru shook his head negatively, and it was then that she
realised the bloody gash on his right shoulder. "Come on."
Makoto was caring for a distraught Minako while Rei carried
Usagi. Ami made sure that Mamoru didn't rip the hole in his
shoulder even bigger by moving for Usagi.
In the infirmary, Kirei greeted them seriously. Giving Mamoru
but a glance, she focused her attention on her surrogate daughter.
"What happened," her question sounded more like a statement.
The girls gave Kirei a brief recount of the previous events,
eager to point out Mamoru's faults in this whole charade. They
failed to notice, however, Mamoru's silence and how he had
seemed to age ten years every time he took a glance at Usagi's
frail body. The girls finally succumed to quiet when they each
realised on their own how much Mamoru really did love their friend.
Kirei kept quiet, listening to the girls' explanations, but
keeping an eye on Mamoru the whole while. His pallid face and
prominent worry lines were unneeded clues to his obvious infatuation
with the dying girl. Even as she cleaned and bandaged his wound,
he faced the physical pain with a stoic face and his hand never
once left Usagi's.
Tiredly, Mamoru turned his head towards his nurse. In a ragged
voice he asked coldly, "Shouldn't you be attending to Usa?"
Kirei responded quietly, "The girls are doing everything they can."
Within hours, the battle outside had subsided, but no one in the
immediate room cared much. Their attention was focused on the one
girl that was hanging on to her last thread of life, watching in
helplessness. The Leader had come in once to check on her progress,
but her presence was idle, and left soon after.
The room was eerily filled with silent noises, the most prominent
being the steady beeping of a machine. Steps of Rei's regular pacings
echoed dully throughout the room while accented by Makoto's random
cracking of her knuckles. Kirei's quiet hushes underlined Minako's
soft weeping, and the clacks of Ami's keyboard could be constantly
heard in the background. None of the girls dared disturb the mood
that Mamoru had created.
There he sat, next to Usagi's bed, looking desolate, holding onto
her hand as if she was his last hold onto life. "Usako...I'm so
sorry, Usako...You should've never have had to take that for me,"
Mamoru couldn't help but choke on his words, "Please Usako...wake
up...Aishiteru...I'm so sorry..."
Each occupant of the room looked expectedly at Usagi, having watched
enough movies to know that this was the deciding point. After all,
it might as well be enforced as a law. After the guy apologized
and declared his love to the dying girl, she either woke up or died
that very moment.
Nothing.
The steady beeping of the machines echoed through the silent room.
There was still no response from Usagi. Mamoru clenched his fist in
self-directed anger and ignored the protest of pain that came from
his wound. How could he have been so stupid? How cou-
"Mamo-chan?" Came the soft whisper of her voice.
"Usa...ko?" His broken response signaled the girls' cue to leave.
Now that they were certain Usagi would be alright, the lovers
deserved some time alone. Mamoru buried his dark head on Usagi's
neck. "Oh kami, Usako...I'm so sorry, I-"
"Mamo-chan...I'm going to die, aren't I?"
One look at the scared expression on her face broke his heart a
million times over. "Iie, Usako, of course not. You'll be fine."
She shook her head harshly, and tears flew unwillingly. "Don't
lie to me!" Her voice softened yet again, "I'm not going to make
it." Sardonically, she spoke with a bitter smile on her face, "I
see the light...they're coming for me!" She tried to laugh as tears
made their way down her face. "I'm sorry I couldn't stay long,
Mamo-chan..."
Harsh reality hit Mamoru, and he bit himself in an attempt to not
cry, to stay strong for Usagi. "No, no...don't be sorry, Usako."
Smiling softly, she lifted her hand to caress his face...and died.
AN: Ooooh...I'm sure a lot of people want to kill me for this one.
But like I've said many many times before...It's not something I
hold against Usagi, but it's just that I'm incapable of writing
anything that's not depressing! Like...check out 'Fall', or 'I
Wanted to Tell Her'! (hehe...shameless self promo ^^;) What can I
say? I like sad endings. *shrugs helplessly* Remember to R&R!
Comments, flames...everything!
- [ KireiPhoenix@hotmail.com ] -
-[http://takeoff.to/platinumphoenix]-