Author's Notes: I own nothing. Part Five of my Altered Destinies Saga. Under heavy rewrite.
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She waited for him to come. Wanting it to end, not wanting it to end. Hoping he showed, praying he didn't. A whisper in her ear, "Hello, lover."
Usagi dropped the stake clutched in her hands, knowing she didn't have the strength tonight. "Bug off, Chiba-san." She had to remember her Mamo-chan was dead, and she had to either kill or curse this creature wearing his body. Could she live with the killing part?
"Now, now, Usa-chan, that's no way to speak to your fiancée." Mamoru placed a cold hand to her face, and jerked away. "You never told me about the crystal doing that to your precious brother. I'll have to remember that from now on."
"I'm stronger now than I was before, Mamoru. I will be able to end this."
"You and what army?" He gave her a cruel smile, and walked away.
Angel slammed the handset down, and Cordelia looked up from her magazine. "Angel, be nice to the phone. What did it do to you?" Angel didn't answer her, and started pacing. "Who are you trying to call?"
"A friend."
"A friend? You have friends?" She realized how that sounded. "Angel, I didn't mean it like that."
"I know what you meant. I do have a life outside my work, I just don't tell you about it."
"What's his name?"
"Her name is Usagi, and she isn't answering her phone." Angel was about to crawl out of his skin.
"I know her." Cordelia got a sour look on her face. "She hates me."
"When did you meet her?"
"That summer you were in hell. She must have had a thing for Xander or something, because she was always staring at me with this disapproving look."
"Usagi's a big believer in destiny." Angel stared at the curtains, waiting for the sun to set.
"How could she have known Xander wasn't my destiny?" Angel didn't answer. "Angel? Did you know too, did you know we wouldn't work?"
"I warned him, but he just gave me that 'pot-kettle' look. When you go against destiny, bad things happen." His eyes settled on just about where the scar on her stomach was.
"How could you possible know that?"
"He belongs to someone else." The sun had set, and Angel grabbed his coat.
"You can't own someone! Hey, where are you going?"
"To Sunnydale. You may not be able to own a person, but you can own their soul." He slipped out the door, and Cordelia sat down, confused. There was only one solution. She began to search for Angel's journal.
To Be Continued