Shatter
By Mitzi
Chapter One
Too tired for AN's right now. Just read, please. And review. And maybe email. Yeah,
whatever. mitzifitz@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I no own.
* * *
They stared at each other through the mist of the night, as they heard the clock strike
twelve.
"Oh, I've got to be getting home! Mamo- Mom will be worried about me."
He reluctantly let go of her hand.
"When can I see you again?"
"Soon, I promise." She smiled softly, a brief light in the dark. "It's just that…oh,
it's so hard! I just don't know sometimes." Usagi sighed, and averted her gaze, trying
not to dwell on the subject of her obvious infidelity.
"You don't know because of Mamoru. God, Usagi! When are you just going to
cut loose, free both of yourselves from the ties of the past?"
"Seiya…you make it sound so easy. You're not the one who must look him in the
eye, who must turn around, walk out of his life-"
"People have broken up before, Usagi. He'll get over it."
"Sometimes, I wonder. At night, when it gets so quiet, it's almost as if I can feel
the pain.... I wonder what it'll do to him."
"Save your pity for someone who deserves it, Usa. A man with no emotions can
feel no pain."
Mamoru shrieked in agony as another vicious tremor roared through him, blinding
him with a haze of red and black sheets of tortured pain. His head lolled back as his back
arched with the bonecrushing power of it. His hands fisted and clawed at the sheets, and
he struggled desperately to hold on. More red spots exploded in his eyes, blocking
everything from view. He gasped for breath, chest heaving, choking on his tongue. A
minimally pained after-shock rippled through, and he squinched his eyes closed,
stretching his abused body out on the sweat-soaked sheets. As his hands fought for
physical stability in his shaky, tilted world, he struggled for breath and momentary peace
in his mental horror chamber.
Usagi's hand flew up to clutch at her head, as a brief stinging pain breathed through her.
"Oh!"
Instantly, Seiya was by her side, concern etching lines in his face.
"Usa? Usa, are you alright?"
Managing a weak smile, she let her hand drop.
"Yeah…Yeah, I'm fine. It was nothing."
They continued their stroll down clear, darkened streets towards the Tsukino
house in somewhat awkward silence. Usagi was unable to shake the feeling of
impending doom.
Mamoru swallowed thickly, closed his eyes, and grabbed the sheets for support as
he felt the beginnings of another spasm attack, praying to every god within hearing
distance that he would soon pass out. The witching hour was not even a quarter of a way
through, and his body already had burned out of fuel to withstand the batteries of
suffering.
Far and away, a lone girl watched his face through a magic mirror, tear tracks
staining her face. 'If only it didn't have to be this way…If only…'
* * *
As always people, please R&R! It would make me so very happy…
mitzifitz@yahoo.com is open to just about everything! Send stuff! Pleeeaaase…
~Mitzi
By Mitzi
Chapter One
Too tired for AN's right now. Just read, please. And review. And maybe email. Yeah,
whatever. mitzifitz@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I no own.
* * *
They stared at each other through the mist of the night, as they heard the clock strike
twelve.
"Oh, I've got to be getting home! Mamo- Mom will be worried about me."
He reluctantly let go of her hand.
"When can I see you again?"
"Soon, I promise." She smiled softly, a brief light in the dark. "It's just that…oh,
it's so hard! I just don't know sometimes." Usagi sighed, and averted her gaze, trying
not to dwell on the subject of her obvious infidelity.
"You don't know because of Mamoru. God, Usagi! When are you just going to
cut loose, free both of yourselves from the ties of the past?"
"Seiya…you make it sound so easy. You're not the one who must look him in the
eye, who must turn around, walk out of his life-"
"People have broken up before, Usagi. He'll get over it."
"Sometimes, I wonder. At night, when it gets so quiet, it's almost as if I can feel
the pain.... I wonder what it'll do to him."
"Save your pity for someone who deserves it, Usa. A man with no emotions can
feel no pain."
Mamoru shrieked in agony as another vicious tremor roared through him, blinding
him with a haze of red and black sheets of tortured pain. His head lolled back as his back
arched with the bonecrushing power of it. His hands fisted and clawed at the sheets, and
he struggled desperately to hold on. More red spots exploded in his eyes, blocking
everything from view. He gasped for breath, chest heaving, choking on his tongue. A
minimally pained after-shock rippled through, and he squinched his eyes closed,
stretching his abused body out on the sweat-soaked sheets. As his hands fought for
physical stability in his shaky, tilted world, he struggled for breath and momentary peace
in his mental horror chamber.
Usagi's hand flew up to clutch at her head, as a brief stinging pain breathed through her.
"Oh!"
Instantly, Seiya was by her side, concern etching lines in his face.
"Usa? Usa, are you alright?"
Managing a weak smile, she let her hand drop.
"Yeah…Yeah, I'm fine. It was nothing."
They continued their stroll down clear, darkened streets towards the Tsukino
house in somewhat awkward silence. Usagi was unable to shake the feeling of
impending doom.
Mamoru swallowed thickly, closed his eyes, and grabbed the sheets for support as
he felt the beginnings of another spasm attack, praying to every god within hearing
distance that he would soon pass out. The witching hour was not even a quarter of a way
through, and his body already had burned out of fuel to withstand the batteries of
suffering.
Far and away, a lone girl watched his face through a magic mirror, tear tracks
staining her face. 'If only it didn't have to be this way…If only…'
* * *
As always people, please R&R! It would make me so very happy…
mitzifitz@yahoo.com is open to just about everything! Send stuff! Pleeeaaase…
~Mitzi