Author's Notes: Surprise! I got the 8th chapter up! It just popped in my head and I had to get it
down! I'm not too sure where I'm going with this story,it's just kind of writing itself. Hehe ^_^;;
Don't worry, I'll make a good ending! *grins* Enjoy!
Tell Her 'I'm Sorry...'
Chapter 8
Rated R
"Usagi! Usagi, wait up!"
The young blonde tilted her head back to see a man with light brown hair and hazel eyes
running towards her. He was clad in a police officer's uniform.
"Oh, hello, Officer Ashitaka!" Usagi plastered on a forced smile. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. Yourself?" Ashitaka had been assigned to Usagi's case... But he was getting
a little too close for the girl's liking.
"I'm... OK..." Usagi averted her gaze from the man before her. "Well, I have to get
going... Babysitting..." She turned and continued her walk.
"You're working already? Summer just started!" Ashitaka caught up with Usagi, clamping
a hand on her shoulder. "You want a ride? A pretty girl like yourself shouldn't be walking by
herself." Ashitaka paused. "But, you know that already..."
"I can handle myself," Usagi spat. She shrugged away from the officer and quickened her
pace.
"I didn't say that," Ashitaka called. "I've seen you at the gym, I know what you can do."
Usagi stopped short.
She faced him, eyeing the man warily. "Don't you have a job to do? That DOESN'T include
stalking me?" she added ruefully.
Ashitaka just laughed. Usagi rolled her eyes and turned the corner, leaving the officer
behind.
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Usagi rammed the punching bag with all her might. She loved the feel of being able to smash
her fist into something and have it come back for more. The only thing she was missing was the
cracking jaws and bloody screams.
Usagi thought bitterly.
Usagi continued to pummel the punching bag with all the strength she could muster. Her
fists were battered and bruised underneath the gloves, but she didn't even feel it. Had the bag
been a real person, they would have been comatose ten minutes ago.
The blonde stiffened as two hands grabbed the bag from the back. Usagi cocked a curious
eyebrow and walked around the bag. Mamoru was standing behind it, hands tightly keeping the punching
bag still.
"You told me not to sneak up on you anymore, so I decided this was the best way to go."
Usagi couldn't help but crack a smile.
"You should be at home working," Usagi reprimanded as she grabbed the bag from Mamoru.
"I was going to... But I saw you through the window." Mamoru pointed to one of the gym's
glass walls that overlooked Tokyo's streets. "You seemed a bit... hassled. I figured I could cheer you
up..."
"Thank you, but I'm fine." Usagi tore off her gloves and rested them next to her water
bottle.
"What's up?" Mamoru sat down on the bench next to her. "I have a feeling you were hoping
that bag was a person in particular..." The raven-haired man scratched the back of his head. "It
wasn't me, right?"
"No." Usagi averted her gaze, deep in thought. "It's just... Nngh..." She shook her head.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it..."
"Ashitaka?" Mamoru took of swig of Usagi's water bottle. She didn't move. "I saw you
with him earlier today. He was hitting on you." Mamoru paused and added, "again."
"I agree." Usagi collapsed on the bench, her arm brushing against Mamoru's. "He's been a
real pain..."
Usagi desperately tried to drown out the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. Now
that she knew Mamoru's true feelings for her, it was awkward being around him so casually.
Mamoru grinned. He flexed one of his arms and pointed. "I'll rough him up a bit if ya
want!" he chirped.
Usagi scowled. "No thanks. I can handle myself," she hissed.
"Woah!" Mamoru exclaimed, inching away from her. "Someone's touchy!"
Usagi harumphed and stormed into the lockers.
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"Usagi!" Ikuko called up the stairs. "Sweetie, it's a policeofficer... Do you want to see
him?"
Usagi winced. Her mother's voice was so raw. Her smile so forced. Part of Usagi believed
her mother was having a harder time dealing with this than she.
"Um, sure. Send him up," Usagi replied. She waited at the top of the stairs, wondering why
the officer had come over unannounced.
"Hello, Miss Tsukino."
Her eye twitched.
"Ashitaka..." Usagi cleared her throat and look around nervously. "Um... What are you doing
here...?"
He shrugged. "I just wanted to see if you were OK..."
Usagi opened her mouth, ready to scream about how she was over it and that she wished
everyone would stop bringing it up, but was abrubtly interrupted.
"Usagi! Your father and I are going out. We won't be back for a few hours!"
Usagi's heart did a sommersault.
"Where's Shingo?" she croaked.
"Out. A sleepover."
"O... OK..." Usagi swallowed the rising lump in her throat.
"Bye, sweetie!!"
It seemed like an eternity before the door slammed behind Usagi's parents. And another
eternity before either Ashitaka or Usagi spoke.
"You're crying..."
Usagi inhaled sharply. Was she? She hadn't even noticed it.
Ashitaka stepped closer to her, brushing his fingerpads under her eyes. His hands wiped
away her tears and caressed her cheek.
Usagi felt nothing.
Her heart didn't leap. Her skin didn't tingle. Her stomach didn't do flips.
Not like with Mamoru.
she cried mentally.
"I know it hurts, Usagi..." Ashitaka's voice was rough, yet, strained, as if he was forcing
himself to be gentle. "You have my shoulder to cry on. Always."
Mamoru had said that, too.
Always.
"I'll always be here for you, Usa..." he had said. "ALWAYS..."
Usagi felt nothing again.
Only the pain in her heart that longed for Mamoru's shoulder to cry on.
Usagi's mind and body were numb. The only thing she was sure about, was the fact that
somehow she wound up in her bedroom, her head nuzzled in the crook of Ashitaka's neck.
She couldn't see anything past her tears.
She cursed them silently for replenishing themselves. And for Ashitaka, of all people.
"Usa..."
Usagi's skin prickled.
she screamed.
"It'll be OK... I'm here..."
Her senses were dead.
She didn't feel Ashitaka's lips press against hers. She didn't see him get up and lock the
door. She didn't hear him whisper in her ear, "it's only the two of us, now."
Author's Notes: Wuh-oh... Poor Usagi... *shakes her head sadly* What will I throw at her next...?
Hehe, check in tomorrow and find out! My mom is gonna kill me! I've been sitting here since
10:00 AM, and now it's 2:45. The company's gonna be here any minute! ^_^;; Gotta go! Enjoy your
Thanksgiving, everyone! Peace!
down! I'm not too sure where I'm going with this story,it's just kind of writing itself. Hehe ^_^;;
Don't worry, I'll make a good ending! *grins* Enjoy!
Tell Her 'I'm Sorry...'
Chapter 8
Rated R
"Usagi! Usagi, wait up!"
The young blonde tilted her head back to see a man with light brown hair and hazel eyes
running towards her. He was clad in a police officer's uniform.
"Oh, hello, Officer Ashitaka!" Usagi plastered on a forced smile. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. Yourself?" Ashitaka had been assigned to Usagi's case... But he was getting
a little too close for the girl's liking.
"I'm... OK..." Usagi averted her gaze from the man before her. "Well, I have to get
going... Babysitting..." She turned and continued her walk.
"You're working already? Summer just started!" Ashitaka caught up with Usagi, clamping
a hand on her shoulder. "You want a ride? A pretty girl like yourself shouldn't be walking by
herself." Ashitaka paused. "But, you know that already..."
"I can handle myself," Usagi spat. She shrugged away from the officer and quickened her
pace.
"I didn't say that," Ashitaka called. "I've seen you at the gym, I know what you can do."
Usagi stopped short.
She faced him, eyeing the man warily. "Don't you have a job to do? That DOESN'T include
stalking me?" she added ruefully.
Ashitaka just laughed. Usagi rolled her eyes and turned the corner, leaving the officer
behind.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Usagi rammed the punching bag with all her might. She loved the feel of being able to smash
her fist into something and have it come back for more. The only thing she was missing was the
cracking jaws and bloody screams.
Usagi thought bitterly.
Usagi continued to pummel the punching bag with all the strength she could muster. Her
fists were battered and bruised underneath the gloves, but she didn't even feel it. Had the bag
been a real person, they would have been comatose ten minutes ago.
The blonde stiffened as two hands grabbed the bag from the back. Usagi cocked a curious
eyebrow and walked around the bag. Mamoru was standing behind it, hands tightly keeping the punching
bag still.
"You told me not to sneak up on you anymore, so I decided this was the best way to go."
Usagi couldn't help but crack a smile.
"You should be at home working," Usagi reprimanded as she grabbed the bag from Mamoru.
"I was going to... But I saw you through the window." Mamoru pointed to one of the gym's
glass walls that overlooked Tokyo's streets. "You seemed a bit... hassled. I figured I could cheer you
up..."
"Thank you, but I'm fine." Usagi tore off her gloves and rested them next to her water
bottle.
"What's up?" Mamoru sat down on the bench next to her. "I have a feeling you were hoping
that bag was a person in particular..." The raven-haired man scratched the back of his head. "It
wasn't me, right?"
"No." Usagi averted her gaze, deep in thought. "It's just... Nngh..." She shook her head.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it..."
"Ashitaka?" Mamoru took of swig of Usagi's water bottle. She didn't move. "I saw you
with him earlier today. He was hitting on you." Mamoru paused and added, "again."
"I agree." Usagi collapsed on the bench, her arm brushing against Mamoru's. "He's been a
real pain..."
Usagi desperately tried to drown out the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. Now
that she knew Mamoru's true feelings for her, it was awkward being around him so casually.
Mamoru grinned. He flexed one of his arms and pointed. "I'll rough him up a bit if ya
want!" he chirped.
Usagi scowled. "No thanks. I can handle myself," she hissed.
"Woah!" Mamoru exclaimed, inching away from her. "Someone's touchy!"
Usagi harumphed and stormed into the lockers.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Usagi!" Ikuko called up the stairs. "Sweetie, it's a policeofficer... Do you want to see
him?"
Usagi winced. Her mother's voice was so raw. Her smile so forced. Part of Usagi believed
her mother was having a harder time dealing with this than she.
"Um, sure. Send him up," Usagi replied. She waited at the top of the stairs, wondering why
the officer had come over unannounced.
"Hello, Miss Tsukino."
Her eye twitched.
"Ashitaka..." Usagi cleared her throat and look around nervously. "Um... What are you doing
here...?"
He shrugged. "I just wanted to see if you were OK..."
Usagi opened her mouth, ready to scream about how she was over it and that she wished
everyone would stop bringing it up, but was abrubtly interrupted.
"Usagi! Your father and I are going out. We won't be back for a few hours!"
Usagi's heart did a sommersault.
"Where's Shingo?" she croaked.
"Out. A sleepover."
"O... OK..." Usagi swallowed the rising lump in her throat.
"Bye, sweetie!!"
It seemed like an eternity before the door slammed behind Usagi's parents. And another
eternity before either Ashitaka or Usagi spoke.
"You're crying..."
Usagi inhaled sharply. Was she? She hadn't even noticed it.
Ashitaka stepped closer to her, brushing his fingerpads under her eyes. His hands wiped
away her tears and caressed her cheek.
Usagi felt nothing.
Her heart didn't leap. Her skin didn't tingle. Her stomach didn't do flips.
Not like with Mamoru.
she cried mentally.
"I know it hurts, Usagi..." Ashitaka's voice was rough, yet, strained, as if he was forcing
himself to be gentle. "You have my shoulder to cry on. Always."
Mamoru had said that, too.
Always.
"I'll always be here for you, Usa..." he had said. "ALWAYS..."
Usagi felt nothing again.
Only the pain in her heart that longed for Mamoru's shoulder to cry on.
Usagi's mind and body were numb. The only thing she was sure about, was the fact that
somehow she wound up in her bedroom, her head nuzzled in the crook of Ashitaka's neck.
She couldn't see anything past her tears.
She cursed them silently for replenishing themselves. And for Ashitaka, of all people.
"Usa..."
Usagi's skin prickled.
she screamed.
"It'll be OK... I'm here..."
Her senses were dead.
She didn't feel Ashitaka's lips press against hers. She didn't see him get up and lock the
door. She didn't hear him whisper in her ear, "it's only the two of us, now."
Author's Notes: Wuh-oh... Poor Usagi... *shakes her head sadly* What will I throw at her next...?
Hehe, check in tomorrow and find out! My mom is gonna kill me! I've been sitting here since
10:00 AM, and now it's 2:45. The company's gonna be here any minute! ^_^;; Gotta go! Enjoy your
Thanksgiving, everyone! Peace!
