Author Notes: Aren't I nice?
TWO Chapters!
Disclaimer: I do not own
Sailor Moon!
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"Great! Just brilliant
Usa – you've managed to screw things up again and get dropped off at the wrong
end of the airport. She looked behind her desperately, in hopes of catching the
cab that had driven her, but no such luck. The cab driver had gone, and now, so
had any hope Usagi had of avoiding the 30-minute walk to the other side of the
airport. Where was a taxi when you needed it? Would she miss her flight? Would
she have to go through that horrible ordeal of saying good-bye to her friends,
family – worse, would she have to spend another day or two, restraining herself
from running into Mamoru's arms and telling him what she longed to tell?
Then suddenly, it rained
– what was once a light drizzle has turned into a heavy downpour. Usagi broke down,
there in the middle of the street, and cried. She cried harder than the rain –
as if daring it to match her unceasing sobs.
Then
all of a sudden, the downpour of rain that beat against her head, her back, her
entire body, halted. She looked around – confused, until she jerked her head
upward to find a black umbrella, and the worried face of Mamoru. Three words
frantically lighted up in Usagi's mind, glowing like a neon sign in Vegas: Oh…
my… God…
"Come
on Usagi, I have a cab waiting for me. I believe the Departures section is on
the other side of the airport." Mamoru said jokingly, yet the soft tone of his
voice revealed his concern. Usagi just nodded, not trusting her voice.
They
walked into the cab, at first staring at the black screen that kept the driver
from to hearing, or seeing, what his passengers were up to. It was a quiet,
tense silence, as the wheels of the automobile turn methodically towards the
other side of the airport.
Abruptly,
Mamoru cleared his throat. It was a sound that caused Usagi's fearful face to
jerk sideways, frightened of what Mamoru may have to say. She knew what she
would say… she would tell him the truth.
"Why?"
he asked. "…would you want to leave me?" the dark-haired man longed to add.
"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving? Why didn't you drop by to say
good-bye? Why have you driven me out of your life?"… but left it at that lone
word.
"Because
I have to." Usagi replied, choosing her words carefully. Those four words had
answered all of Mamoru's questions, but left them unexplained. Mamoru attempted
a different approach.
"Doesn't
our relationship mean anything to you? What we shared? Tell me Usagi – WHY HAVE
YOU BEEN AVOIDING ME?" Mamoru bellowed.
Usagi
trembled slightly, as if making the an extremely important decision. He has
to forget me… maybe even hate me, if that's what it takes to keep him from
pain. She spoke bravely: "Our relationship?" Usagi spat out, as if
the word was some form of profanity. "If what we had was a relationship, it was
on your part, and your part alone. Relationship? Ha!" the girl spoke
vehemently.
"But…
but…" Mamoru stuttered, but gave his companion a look that read: "You know…"
"Oh!
That!" Usagi said, pretending to
realize what he was trying to convey. "That was a dare… Raye and Mina
questioned my seducing capabilities, and of course, I had to prove [my skills]
flawless. I mean – you're the perfect example. You fell for me… like some horny
teenager about to get it on for the first time. But then you began turning
sentimental on me – I just couldn't seem to rid of you. So I decided to move to
America so you could drool over some other poor, unlucky girl." Every word
thrashed into Usagi's heart… she really didn't mean them. She hated herself for
hurting him like that… but she had to protect him. She glanced at Mamoru to see
his reaction… she wish she hadn't.
Mamoru's
face had contorted into a frightening look, eyes clouded with anger, a cynical,
twisted grin. "What a fool I've been…" he whispered to himself, as if amazed by
his own stupidity. He was more disappointed than anything, but hid it well. He
shook his head mockingly, as he continued, "I should have known you were a
whore. So tell me, did you sleep with the high school boys too? Because God
knows how you won that Ice Queen Competition…"
Usagi
flinched at every word, each stabbing her like a dagger through her heart. She
fought the tears that threatened to patter down her cheeks.
"Get out of the car you slut – no need
to worry about paying the taxi driver. We wouldn't want you to bother taking
off your clothes." He harshly spat out, Usagi recoiling at his remark. The
blonde turned misty-eyed as she stared at the man beside, then turned her head
away fiercely, heart smashed to pieces by his harsh words.
"I love you Mamoru, but I will never forgive you
for what you just said," she said hatefully, as she opened the door to get out
of the car. She took one last glance at him, and walked away, dragging her
suitcase behind her.
Mamoru stared at her quickly disappearing figure as
memories flashed in his mind. Recollecting what had just happened, he noted the
sad look on her face before she left. She was lying! , he realized. He
quickly paid the cab driver, and rushed out of the car to go after her. "SHE
WAS LYING!" he yelled euphorically, people on the sidewalk staring at the man
strangely. He ignored the looks ran into the airport. His eyes scanned the
place, until he caught a flash of long, golden pigtails that could only Usagi.
"Usagi, please - don't leave
me!" A distressed man in his 20's cried out. A blonde beauty in her late teens
took one final, longing glance at her love, a flicker of hesitation in her
pained, azure eyes. She mouthed, " I love you," to the raven-haired man, eyes welling
up with tears. A lone tear fell from her eyes as she turned around and handed
the lady her ticket, swiftly walking through a pair of doors. She turned her
head sideways, obscuring her face from the man's view, more tears threatening
to make her stop. She wanted to run into his arms and feel the warmth of her
beloved. No! Her mind commanded firmly – you're being selfish Usagi, don't you
care about him, your friends, your family? The girl shook her head violently,
struggling with her conflicting emotions. She gave in to the voice, tiredness
rushing over her like a strong wave of water. Ami. Usagi heaved her suitcases
on the conveyor belt with finality, the thump of the leather on belt reminding
her of the clap of thunder, boom of lightning. Makoto. She headed for the
airplane, her walk slow and sad. She passed a couple making out, the man
whispering sweet nothings in his girlfriend's ear. Minako. She walked up the
airplane steps, glancing at her ticket stub for her seat. She plopped down
tiredly beside a middle-aged man in a suit, her fair head resting on the
window. The pilot's cheery voice directing them to put on their seat belts and
such was forgotten to Usagi, the roar of the engine and the red and orange
flames in the back of the plane was the only thing on her mind. Rei. She stared
out her window, glancing at the cluster of lights called Tokyo one last time. Disappointed
eyes stared back at her through the airport's large windows. The man made one
last, tired plea – " Please," he urged, a faint hope igniting in his heart. For
a moment, Usagi considered. Then she pulled her eyes away from his,
determination driving her. She turned her head once again out the window, to
see the defeated figure walking away, heart broken. Mamoru. A young man named Mamoru walked out of
the Tokyo Airport… alone, disappointed, and confused.
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Author Note:
No, this is not the end. I know this chapter may seem a little more boring, but
I think you'll like the next chapter, which will probably be the last. Please
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feedback. I also tried cutting back on the vulgar comments. Believe me…
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