Thanks to those who e-mailed me! I'm sorry to
have left the story off like that, but I just
wanted to try a twist ending for once.
Fate's Will will span for about 6-10 chapters or
so, depending on how fast the plot will go.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko
Takeuchi. I don't own it.
Comments, Flames? E-mail to:
tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
Minna! Remember, constructive flames please!
(if you are sending flames.) I'll change
whatever I've done wrong, if I can.
Fate's Will:
Chapter 1: Vintage Violets
The sun peaked out from the edge of the
horizon, spilling it's glorious rays into the
clear blue sky. The sky blushed orange and red
while the birds began to chirp noisily amidst
their morning songs.
One house stood on a quiet street. It's
foundation was solid and steadfast. Sunlight
slowly made it's way through the translucent
drapes on the second floor. A fragrant breeze
blew apart the curtains and entered into a small
room decorated with blush pink and white
furniture. Within, housed a golden sleeping
beauty, still slumbering away as the hours
passed by. The warmth of the sunlight bathed
her as the gentle rise and fall of her chest
continued on peacefully.
A few cars whizzed by the house, and the
sound of civilization awakening began to fill
the city once more.
Awakened by the sound of her mother's
voice, Usagi cracked open a sapphire eye. It
was the weekend, which meant that Usagi didn't
have to get up until the afternoon anyway.
However, it was now noon and noticing that she
couldn't sleep, she decided to get up anyway
before her breakfast got any colder.
Bracing her hand on her pillow, she
hoisted herself up with difficulty. Her hand
felt dampness on the pillow. Although the stain
could not be seen, it still felt very wet to
her. Thinking back, she remembered what had
happened.
She was so happy yesterday. Rei had
called her to talk to her about something, but
she didn't know what. Then, she saw Mamoru...
Mamoru with a girl. Mamoru holding a door open
for a girl. Mamoru sitting down in a cubicle
with the girl. Mamoru kissing the girl. A very
pretty girl-
She gasped and tears threatened to fall
down her porcelain face once more. Covering her
mouth in disbelief, she shook her head. What
*had* happened yesterday? Recalling all the
events in a mechanical way, she stopped at the
last two phrases.
...Mamoru kissing the girl. A very pretty
girl...
"No!" she managed to squeak before she
clamped her mouth shut again. This time, she
did begin to cry. Crystal tears refracted the
light from outdoors. Salt tears rolled down her
cheeks and onto her hands where she clamped them
over her mouth. Gradually, the tears had
dampened her entire hand, causing a slight
stinging sensation. She didn't care. All she
knew was that the man that she loved was out of
her grasp. He went for someone more pretty,
more intelligent, more sophisticated, more...
On and on, Usagi pushed herself lower and
lower into the depths of despair and depression.
Her head began to droop lower and lower as if
she were losing all the life and vitality in
her.
"Usagi! Wake up! Breakfast is ready for
you!" Cried the cheerful voice of her mother.
In reaction, Usagi's head snapped up
immediately. She was just a little *too*
sensitive at the moment to anything, which
included sound.
Glancing forward on her shelf, a small
object caught her tear-shedding eyes. The
sunlight shined on the glass object, causing a
reflection to shine into her eyes. Wincing a
little, she slowly rose up from her bed linens
and approached the object. She reached out a
hand a gingerly lifted the object from it's spot
on the shelf. Usagi stared at the object. It
was a bottle of neatly folded stars that Makoto
had made for her. Makoto knew that Usagi had a
liking for little trinkets like these so, she
went to the mall and bought some implements.
When she arrived home, she spent hours learning
how to fold these little puffed-up stars and
made Usagi a bottle of her own.
"They're for luck," Makoto had said when
Usagi had received the little gift. Her eyes
glazed over at the small tiny stars. They were
so kawaii! She thought when she had first saw
them. Makoto made her own little addition
though. Fastened on the ribbon that was tied
around the bottle was a single dried-pressed
violet. It was a vibrant grape-purple color.
"*That*," Makoto continued, pointing at
the small blossom, "is one of my pressed
violets. You know what violets mean, Usagi?"
Usagi shook her head. She was such a
child when she received gifts.
"Well," Makoto said, "Violets are for
faithfulness."
"Really?" Usagi's eyes began to gleam
dreamily, similar to the way that Makoto's did
when she saw a person who resembled her ex-
boyfriend.
"Of course!" both girls were giggling
now. Makoto cleared her throat. "Well, when
you find the man that you love most, may that
man be ever faithful to you. He'll love you and
only you."
Makoto was such a good friend to her...
Those words were said such a long time
ago. Makoto was wrong though, the man that she
loved did not love her in return. Instead, he
loved someone else. Perhaps, it was never meant
to be...
That last thought made tears flood Usagi's
eyes again. Clutching the bottle closely to her
heart, she ran back to the warm comfort of her
bed. She began to whimper at first, trying to
find out why the man she loved did not love her
in return. Her pillow was slowly being drenched
by tears again. Her weeping had escalated to
loud racking sobs.
The bottle that she clutched in her hand
had left her grasp, but while she was crying, it
accidentally fell to the ground. Luckily, the
floor was carpeted and the glass did not break.
However, when Usagi inadvertently pushed it with
her foot, the pressed violets became loose.
They must have been delicate. They had
lasted longer than Makoto had expected. The
carpet was soft, but too rough for delicate
pressed blossoms. When the violets became
loose, they rubbed against the unmerciful ground
and crumbled into tiny, purple pieces.
***
Rei paced about in the temple, trying to
calm down. Usagi didn't show up the day before
and despite her numerous calls to the Tsukino
household, no one had picked up. She had
refrained herself from leaving the temple
because her grandfather was away with Yuuchiro.
They had left to go to the countryside for a few
weeks to gather herbs. Being the obedient
grandchild she was supposed to be, she agreed to
stay at the temple and look after things there.
However, that also meant that she wasn't allowed
to leave the temple unless she absolutely needed
to. She looked at the floor underneath her. If
she was going to continue with her pacing, a
giant hole would wear into the ground. Figuring
that it'd be useless to just worry about Usagi,
she might as well just go out and look for her.
"Much good I'm going to be to Usagi here,"
Rei mumbled to herself before grabbing her
jacket and departing from the temple grounds.
***
This time of year, the sakura blossoms
were fragrant. Every time a light breeze would
kiss their branches, bystanders in the park
would be showered with soft, pink petals that
smelled of spring time.
Further into the park, the ground sloped
gently down into the lake. On a thin crest
sand, a melancholic Odango Atama quietly threw
flower blossoms into the lake.
She had picked up quite a few flowers.
Violets, daisies, a few sakura blossoms were
piled neatly beside her. Two thorny roses
completed her collection.
She sat upon a large rock, already warmed
by the sun. Quietly, she took the blossoms one
by one, peeling their small petals off singly
and throwing them into the lake.
She tilted her head to the side. Laughter
could be heard in the distance. Laughter which
she desperately wanted to be a part of. She was
usually the brightest flower during the day.
Her laughter would ring like chime like music in
the air. However, she had not laughed since
that, that...incident.
Once again, the laughter rang again,
happier than before. It was coming from one of
the boats on the lake.
"A happy couple," murmured Usagi, peeling
off another petal. Daisy petals fell into the
lake.
"Has the soldier of truth and justice and
love lost it?" She caressed a violet before
throwing it into the lake as well. Slowly, her
blossoms floated away.
The most audible of the couples in the
row-boats began to row closer to Usagi. The
person who was steering the oars seemed
incapable of rowing a boat in his present
condition. Usagi could make out both of them
sharing a long and loving kiss under the warm
sun. The oars raised up into the air, causing
tiny droplets of water to soar into the air,
glittering in the sunshine. Finally, the couple
parted, laughing.
Usagi listened more closely, the laughing
resounding over the rippled surface of the lake.
It was a girl's laugh, interlaced with a
male's.
One of them dipped their hand in water and
gracefully scooped it into the other's face.
As they couple rowed closer, Usagi could
make out their voices.
"Ryoko! I'm going to get you later!"
Cried a male voice. Mamoru's voice.
Usagi was struck down by that voice. The
keeper of that voice that she had always loved
and always would.
"No you're not!" Cried the female voice.
Her blond hair was extraordinary. It looked as
if it was spun from the purest of gold.
Usagi's eyes began to glitter, two crystal
globe tears formed in the corners. They rolled
down her silken face.
***
Mamoru was having a grand time. He liked
Ryoko very much and Ryoko seemed to reciprocate
his feelings as well. She was a stunning jewel
in his eyes and absolutely the most beautiful
person he had ever seen. He had been happier
the last few days, although there was this tiny
feeling of uneasiness that refused to go away.
It felt weak, but it felt more...ancient?
"Mamoru?" Ryoko asked, cocking her head
to see what was wrong with him. He had been
staring into the water for quite some time now.
She lifted a hand to his face. As if touched
with a hot iron, he flinched.
"Yes?" He responded abruptly, looking
directly into Ryoko's chocolate brown eyes.
"Are you all right?" She asked concerned.
"You were off somewhere on your own for a minute
there."
"Hmm? I was? Oh, sorry," Mamoru
apologized before smiling once more. He
couldn't shake off that feeling of uneasiness.
That was the same uneasiness he had when he felt
like someone was watching him. All that time
being Tuxedo Kamen heightened his senses. He
looked toward the shoreline. He squinted, but
all he could see were two retreating Odangos.
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"
Persisted Ryoko.
"No," Replied Mamoru, smiling. "There's
nothing wrong, princess..."
***
Usagi wandered around the neighborhood
aimlessly, until she bumped into Rei.
"Where have you been?" Asked Rei
worriedly. "We were supposed to meet
yesterday." She suppressed the urge to yell at
Usagi for ditching her the day before. However,
her instinct told her that this is definitely
not the time for harshness.
Usagi stared into Rei's dark violet eyes.
Reaching out a hand to her, she collapsed into
Rei into a big bear hug.
"Rei..." sobbed Usagi, tears flowed
freely down her face.
Rei couldn't stand watching her best
friend cry like this. Usagi cried, loud sobs
racking her lithe figure. Rei's eyes began to
mist with great sympathy.
"Rei," repeated Usagi in a tear-choked
voice. A single tear rolled down Rei's violet
eyes as well.
"What is it, Usagi?" Rei asked softly,
voice like a warm breeze touching Usagi's cold,
wet face.
"Mamoru..." Usagi sobbed, clenching
tighter to her friend. "Ryoko..."
Mamoru? Wait, Usagi had already gotten to
the truth before she could inform her! Rei had
already deduced that, however, she tried to
ignore that it could be a possibility.
Why would Mamoru destroy the light and
love that Usagi had for him? Rei tried to
figure out why he would do such a thing, but she
couldn't arrive at a plausible solution. She
pulled out a white handkerchief from her jacket
pocket.
"Here, Usagi." Rei held up the small
white linen cloth to the crying blond, who
accepted it willingly.
"Rei, you must think I'm a crybaby..."
Usagi mumbled, blowing her nose loudly. Rei
softened.
"No comment," she replied, face creased in
a warm smile. Usagi mirrored the smile,
attempting to forget about all the pain she was
currently in.
"Come on, Odango. I know something
that'll make you feel better," Rei offered,
taking Usagi's hand.
Usagi quirked up an eyebrow. "What?"
"Grandpa made a large batch of muffins
before he left and Mako-chan left me some
cookies this morning."
With that last comment, Usagi's smile grew
wider.
***
Mamoru had just spent one of the most
wonderful afternoons in ages. Never had he been
so happy before in a relationship. Walking
around a corner, he crashed into a person. He
looked downwards into violet eyes.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Cried a
very angry Rei. Her eyes were gleaming like
cold, hard steel. Behind her was Usagi, who was
rubbing a sore arm. *She* had bumped into
Mamoru, not Rei. However, Mamoru had already
figured that out. Hours of computer work had
granted him a certain degree of logic.
"Rei, it's okay." Usagi placed her hand
lightly on Rei's tense shoulder. Rei shook her
head passionately.
"No, it's not!" Rei said between clenched
teeth. Her fists bunched up at her sides, but
at Usagi's gentle squeeze on her shoulder, she
relaxed her fists. Letting out a deep breath,
she tried to vent her anger out. Although, her
eyes still held that cold glint of undiminished
fury.
"Odango Atama! Haven't seen you in a
while!" Mamoru teased. Usagi flinched. Mamoru
frowned. This wasn't the normal reaction of his
Odango Atama.
He looked into her teary sapphire eyes.
There seemed to be so much pain held in those
blue orbs.
"Odango, what's wrong?" He asked. Her
hand moved a little, as if trying to hide
something, but the pair of roses that she held
in her hands caught his sight. He reached out a
hand to lift them gently, bringing Usagi's hands
up as well.
Needless to say, Usagi was surprised. She
accidentally lost her grasp on the two roses and
both plummeted to the ground with a soft thud.
However, both her hand which previously held the
roses began to sting. In her depressed state,
she did not notice the thorns puncture her palm
and leave bloody red welts.
Mamoru stared in horror. Blood flowed
from Usagi's hand, but she wasn't crying, like
she usually did. It was quite unusual. Lifting
her hand to inspect it, his hand was immediately
batted away and his eyes were met with two
gleaming violet ones.
"Don't touch her!" Cried Rei furiously.
"You have no *right* to!" She barred the way
between Mamoru and Usagi. Mamoru was confused.
He didn't understand why Rei wouldn't let him
help Usagi.
Suddenly, Rei grasped Usagi's uninjured
arm and forcefully dragged her away.
"We don't need to affiliate with him!"
Rei said, before she and Usagi retreated behind
the street corner.
"What just happened?" Mamoru asked
himself. This made no sense to him. He
shrugged, but he could have sworn that the
wounds on Usagi's hand weren't made with just
those two roses that she was holding when he
bumped into her. Analyzing the concept more and
more in his mind, he realized that there were
also other, older wounds on her hands along with
the fresh wounds as well.
The twin roses on the ground caught his
eyes. Their rich redness seemed to contrast
greatly with the cement sidewalk. Their velvety
petals shuddered in the light breeze before
blowing away.
***
Hmm...Usagi/Mamoru fanfic's shouldn't be this
dramatic, ne? Well, at least I'm continuing
this fanfic. :)
As for submissions, I'll alternate...Well, at
least, I'll try to get a story out every week.
:)
Want spoilers? Questions, Comments, Flames?
(Constructive flames please!) E-mail to:
tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
have left the story off like that, but I just
wanted to try a twist ending for once.
Fate's Will will span for about 6-10 chapters or
so, depending on how fast the plot will go.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko
Takeuchi. I don't own it.
Comments, Flames? E-mail to:
tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
Minna! Remember, constructive flames please!
(if you are sending flames.) I'll change
whatever I've done wrong, if I can.
Fate's Will:
Chapter 1: Vintage Violets
The sun peaked out from the edge of the
horizon, spilling it's glorious rays into the
clear blue sky. The sky blushed orange and red
while the birds began to chirp noisily amidst
their morning songs.
One house stood on a quiet street. It's
foundation was solid and steadfast. Sunlight
slowly made it's way through the translucent
drapes on the second floor. A fragrant breeze
blew apart the curtains and entered into a small
room decorated with blush pink and white
furniture. Within, housed a golden sleeping
beauty, still slumbering away as the hours
passed by. The warmth of the sunlight bathed
her as the gentle rise and fall of her chest
continued on peacefully.
A few cars whizzed by the house, and the
sound of civilization awakening began to fill
the city once more.
Awakened by the sound of her mother's
voice, Usagi cracked open a sapphire eye. It
was the weekend, which meant that Usagi didn't
have to get up until the afternoon anyway.
However, it was now noon and noticing that she
couldn't sleep, she decided to get up anyway
before her breakfast got any colder.
Bracing her hand on her pillow, she
hoisted herself up with difficulty. Her hand
felt dampness on the pillow. Although the stain
could not be seen, it still felt very wet to
her. Thinking back, she remembered what had
happened.
She was so happy yesterday. Rei had
called her to talk to her about something, but
she didn't know what. Then, she saw Mamoru...
Mamoru with a girl. Mamoru holding a door open
for a girl. Mamoru sitting down in a cubicle
with the girl. Mamoru kissing the girl. A very
pretty girl-
She gasped and tears threatened to fall
down her porcelain face once more. Covering her
mouth in disbelief, she shook her head. What
*had* happened yesterday? Recalling all the
events in a mechanical way, she stopped at the
last two phrases.
...Mamoru kissing the girl. A very pretty
girl...
"No!" she managed to squeak before she
clamped her mouth shut again. This time, she
did begin to cry. Crystal tears refracted the
light from outdoors. Salt tears rolled down her
cheeks and onto her hands where she clamped them
over her mouth. Gradually, the tears had
dampened her entire hand, causing a slight
stinging sensation. She didn't care. All she
knew was that the man that she loved was out of
her grasp. He went for someone more pretty,
more intelligent, more sophisticated, more...
On and on, Usagi pushed herself lower and
lower into the depths of despair and depression.
Her head began to droop lower and lower as if
she were losing all the life and vitality in
her.
"Usagi! Wake up! Breakfast is ready for
you!" Cried the cheerful voice of her mother.
In reaction, Usagi's head snapped up
immediately. She was just a little *too*
sensitive at the moment to anything, which
included sound.
Glancing forward on her shelf, a small
object caught her tear-shedding eyes. The
sunlight shined on the glass object, causing a
reflection to shine into her eyes. Wincing a
little, she slowly rose up from her bed linens
and approached the object. She reached out a
hand a gingerly lifted the object from it's spot
on the shelf. Usagi stared at the object. It
was a bottle of neatly folded stars that Makoto
had made for her. Makoto knew that Usagi had a
liking for little trinkets like these so, she
went to the mall and bought some implements.
When she arrived home, she spent hours learning
how to fold these little puffed-up stars and
made Usagi a bottle of her own.
"They're for luck," Makoto had said when
Usagi had received the little gift. Her eyes
glazed over at the small tiny stars. They were
so kawaii! She thought when she had first saw
them. Makoto made her own little addition
though. Fastened on the ribbon that was tied
around the bottle was a single dried-pressed
violet. It was a vibrant grape-purple color.
"*That*," Makoto continued, pointing at
the small blossom, "is one of my pressed
violets. You know what violets mean, Usagi?"
Usagi shook her head. She was such a
child when she received gifts.
"Well," Makoto said, "Violets are for
faithfulness."
"Really?" Usagi's eyes began to gleam
dreamily, similar to the way that Makoto's did
when she saw a person who resembled her ex-
boyfriend.
"Of course!" both girls were giggling
now. Makoto cleared her throat. "Well, when
you find the man that you love most, may that
man be ever faithful to you. He'll love you and
only you."
Makoto was such a good friend to her...
Those words were said such a long time
ago. Makoto was wrong though, the man that she
loved did not love her in return. Instead, he
loved someone else. Perhaps, it was never meant
to be...
That last thought made tears flood Usagi's
eyes again. Clutching the bottle closely to her
heart, she ran back to the warm comfort of her
bed. She began to whimper at first, trying to
find out why the man she loved did not love her
in return. Her pillow was slowly being drenched
by tears again. Her weeping had escalated to
loud racking sobs.
The bottle that she clutched in her hand
had left her grasp, but while she was crying, it
accidentally fell to the ground. Luckily, the
floor was carpeted and the glass did not break.
However, when Usagi inadvertently pushed it with
her foot, the pressed violets became loose.
They must have been delicate. They had
lasted longer than Makoto had expected. The
carpet was soft, but too rough for delicate
pressed blossoms. When the violets became
loose, they rubbed against the unmerciful ground
and crumbled into tiny, purple pieces.
***
Rei paced about in the temple, trying to
calm down. Usagi didn't show up the day before
and despite her numerous calls to the Tsukino
household, no one had picked up. She had
refrained herself from leaving the temple
because her grandfather was away with Yuuchiro.
They had left to go to the countryside for a few
weeks to gather herbs. Being the obedient
grandchild she was supposed to be, she agreed to
stay at the temple and look after things there.
However, that also meant that she wasn't allowed
to leave the temple unless she absolutely needed
to. She looked at the floor underneath her. If
she was going to continue with her pacing, a
giant hole would wear into the ground. Figuring
that it'd be useless to just worry about Usagi,
she might as well just go out and look for her.
"Much good I'm going to be to Usagi here,"
Rei mumbled to herself before grabbing her
jacket and departing from the temple grounds.
***
This time of year, the sakura blossoms
were fragrant. Every time a light breeze would
kiss their branches, bystanders in the park
would be showered with soft, pink petals that
smelled of spring time.
Further into the park, the ground sloped
gently down into the lake. On a thin crest
sand, a melancholic Odango Atama quietly threw
flower blossoms into the lake.
She had picked up quite a few flowers.
Violets, daisies, a few sakura blossoms were
piled neatly beside her. Two thorny roses
completed her collection.
She sat upon a large rock, already warmed
by the sun. Quietly, she took the blossoms one
by one, peeling their small petals off singly
and throwing them into the lake.
She tilted her head to the side. Laughter
could be heard in the distance. Laughter which
she desperately wanted to be a part of. She was
usually the brightest flower during the day.
Her laughter would ring like chime like music in
the air. However, she had not laughed since
that, that...incident.
Once again, the laughter rang again,
happier than before. It was coming from one of
the boats on the lake.
"A happy couple," murmured Usagi, peeling
off another petal. Daisy petals fell into the
lake.
"Has the soldier of truth and justice and
love lost it?" She caressed a violet before
throwing it into the lake as well. Slowly, her
blossoms floated away.
The most audible of the couples in the
row-boats began to row closer to Usagi. The
person who was steering the oars seemed
incapable of rowing a boat in his present
condition. Usagi could make out both of them
sharing a long and loving kiss under the warm
sun. The oars raised up into the air, causing
tiny droplets of water to soar into the air,
glittering in the sunshine. Finally, the couple
parted, laughing.
Usagi listened more closely, the laughing
resounding over the rippled surface of the lake.
It was a girl's laugh, interlaced with a
male's.
One of them dipped their hand in water and
gracefully scooped it into the other's face.
As they couple rowed closer, Usagi could
make out their voices.
"Ryoko! I'm going to get you later!"
Cried a male voice. Mamoru's voice.
Usagi was struck down by that voice. The
keeper of that voice that she had always loved
and always would.
"No you're not!" Cried the female voice.
Her blond hair was extraordinary. It looked as
if it was spun from the purest of gold.
Usagi's eyes began to glitter, two crystal
globe tears formed in the corners. They rolled
down her silken face.
***
Mamoru was having a grand time. He liked
Ryoko very much and Ryoko seemed to reciprocate
his feelings as well. She was a stunning jewel
in his eyes and absolutely the most beautiful
person he had ever seen. He had been happier
the last few days, although there was this tiny
feeling of uneasiness that refused to go away.
It felt weak, but it felt more...ancient?
"Mamoru?" Ryoko asked, cocking her head
to see what was wrong with him. He had been
staring into the water for quite some time now.
She lifted a hand to his face. As if touched
with a hot iron, he flinched.
"Yes?" He responded abruptly, looking
directly into Ryoko's chocolate brown eyes.
"Are you all right?" She asked concerned.
"You were off somewhere on your own for a minute
there."
"Hmm? I was? Oh, sorry," Mamoru
apologized before smiling once more. He
couldn't shake off that feeling of uneasiness.
That was the same uneasiness he had when he felt
like someone was watching him. All that time
being Tuxedo Kamen heightened his senses. He
looked toward the shoreline. He squinted, but
all he could see were two retreating Odangos.
"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"
Persisted Ryoko.
"No," Replied Mamoru, smiling. "There's
nothing wrong, princess..."
***
Usagi wandered around the neighborhood
aimlessly, until she bumped into Rei.
"Where have you been?" Asked Rei
worriedly. "We were supposed to meet
yesterday." She suppressed the urge to yell at
Usagi for ditching her the day before. However,
her instinct told her that this is definitely
not the time for harshness.
Usagi stared into Rei's dark violet eyes.
Reaching out a hand to her, she collapsed into
Rei into a big bear hug.
"Rei..." sobbed Usagi, tears flowed
freely down her face.
Rei couldn't stand watching her best
friend cry like this. Usagi cried, loud sobs
racking her lithe figure. Rei's eyes began to
mist with great sympathy.
"Rei," repeated Usagi in a tear-choked
voice. A single tear rolled down Rei's violet
eyes as well.
"What is it, Usagi?" Rei asked softly,
voice like a warm breeze touching Usagi's cold,
wet face.
"Mamoru..." Usagi sobbed, clenching
tighter to her friend. "Ryoko..."
Mamoru? Wait, Usagi had already gotten to
the truth before she could inform her! Rei had
already deduced that, however, she tried to
ignore that it could be a possibility.
Why would Mamoru destroy the light and
love that Usagi had for him? Rei tried to
figure out why he would do such a thing, but she
couldn't arrive at a plausible solution. She
pulled out a white handkerchief from her jacket
pocket.
"Here, Usagi." Rei held up the small
white linen cloth to the crying blond, who
accepted it willingly.
"Rei, you must think I'm a crybaby..."
Usagi mumbled, blowing her nose loudly. Rei
softened.
"No comment," she replied, face creased in
a warm smile. Usagi mirrored the smile,
attempting to forget about all the pain she was
currently in.
"Come on, Odango. I know something
that'll make you feel better," Rei offered,
taking Usagi's hand.
Usagi quirked up an eyebrow. "What?"
"Grandpa made a large batch of muffins
before he left and Mako-chan left me some
cookies this morning."
With that last comment, Usagi's smile grew
wider.
***
Mamoru had just spent one of the most
wonderful afternoons in ages. Never had he been
so happy before in a relationship. Walking
around a corner, he crashed into a person. He
looked downwards into violet eyes.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Cried a
very angry Rei. Her eyes were gleaming like
cold, hard steel. Behind her was Usagi, who was
rubbing a sore arm. *She* had bumped into
Mamoru, not Rei. However, Mamoru had already
figured that out. Hours of computer work had
granted him a certain degree of logic.
"Rei, it's okay." Usagi placed her hand
lightly on Rei's tense shoulder. Rei shook her
head passionately.
"No, it's not!" Rei said between clenched
teeth. Her fists bunched up at her sides, but
at Usagi's gentle squeeze on her shoulder, she
relaxed her fists. Letting out a deep breath,
she tried to vent her anger out. Although, her
eyes still held that cold glint of undiminished
fury.
"Odango Atama! Haven't seen you in a
while!" Mamoru teased. Usagi flinched. Mamoru
frowned. This wasn't the normal reaction of his
Odango Atama.
He looked into her teary sapphire eyes.
There seemed to be so much pain held in those
blue orbs.
"Odango, what's wrong?" He asked. Her
hand moved a little, as if trying to hide
something, but the pair of roses that she held
in her hands caught his sight. He reached out a
hand to lift them gently, bringing Usagi's hands
up as well.
Needless to say, Usagi was surprised. She
accidentally lost her grasp on the two roses and
both plummeted to the ground with a soft thud.
However, both her hand which previously held the
roses began to sting. In her depressed state,
she did not notice the thorns puncture her palm
and leave bloody red welts.
Mamoru stared in horror. Blood flowed
from Usagi's hand, but she wasn't crying, like
she usually did. It was quite unusual. Lifting
her hand to inspect it, his hand was immediately
batted away and his eyes were met with two
gleaming violet ones.
"Don't touch her!" Cried Rei furiously.
"You have no *right* to!" She barred the way
between Mamoru and Usagi. Mamoru was confused.
He didn't understand why Rei wouldn't let him
help Usagi.
Suddenly, Rei grasped Usagi's uninjured
arm and forcefully dragged her away.
"We don't need to affiliate with him!"
Rei said, before she and Usagi retreated behind
the street corner.
"What just happened?" Mamoru asked
himself. This made no sense to him. He
shrugged, but he could have sworn that the
wounds on Usagi's hand weren't made with just
those two roses that she was holding when he
bumped into her. Analyzing the concept more and
more in his mind, he realized that there were
also other, older wounds on her hands along with
the fresh wounds as well.
The twin roses on the ground caught his
eyes. Their rich redness seemed to contrast
greatly with the cement sidewalk. Their velvety
petals shuddered in the light breeze before
blowing away.
***
Hmm...Usagi/Mamoru fanfic's shouldn't be this
dramatic, ne? Well, at least I'm continuing
this fanfic. :)
As for submissions, I'll alternate...Well, at
least, I'll try to get a story out every week.
:)
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