OMG! I'm sorry, guys. I didn't mean to take so long. *Nudges Chibi Angel and watches in satisfaction while she pouts adorably and her skyblue eyes fill up with tears. Mutters: Good girl! And hands her a cookie.* Forgive us, okay?

Bluejello! Sup girlfriend! I'm sorry, I was just readin over my reviews, and I didn't even know you'd
reviewed like, all of them! So, my deepest apologies. *Grins* And thanks, to you, for letting me know that I switched Ivy's accent from French to British. No one else noticed--or, if they did, they didn't bother to review and let me know. :p. So, anyway, guys, yeah Ivy does has a British accent. Not French. Thnx again!

This chapter is dedicated to Blue Jello for continuously reviewing, and to Neptune Aqua Princess
for being a terrific friend and writer.

Okay, anyway.

Goodbye, Serena
Chapter Eight
Initiation to an Abomonation

{Oh, and sowy the last chapter was so short!}


Usa's POV...

Ivy was scaring me.

I'm serious. Those cold eyes had been staring at me ever since we'd sat down at the chic resteraunt she'd raved over. Because of those enthuses, I was surprised when she'd ordered only a small side salad. It didn't even have dressing or anything--it was just Romaine lettuce. Yuck. I, on the other hand, made up for her lack of appetite by ordering a sushi platter for my appetizer, followed by a smoked salmon garnished with lemon and accompanied by mashed potatoes, peas, and garlic toast(AN: *Giggles and blushes* Okay, so garlic bread doesn't exactly go with salmon, okay? Leave me alone, I despise seafood!. After that I was still starving, so I ordered trout. The resteraunt we were at was French and seemed to only have couture of the ocean kind. Now I was digging away happily at the huge gourmet chocolate-cherry cake I'd ordered. And the whole time, the icy orbs had never left my face.

I paused, my mouth full of cake. "Are you okay, Ivy?" I asked, swallowing hastily and proffering my
plate. "Would you like some--"

I hadn't even finished my sentence before Ivy recoiled as though I was thrusting a rattlesnake in her face. "NO!" She blurted as I wondered, naiively I realize as I think back now, why she was turning such a strange green color. "I have to go to the bathroom. When I come back, I want to have a word with you."

I thought at the time that it was just the threatening way she'd said the last few words making it seem like she was taking so much time, but now I know she really was gone a long time. Finally, I stood up and walked to the bathroom to see if she was okay.

The door swung open silently, so she didn't notice me at first. She was splashing cold water from
the sink onto her crimson face--being careful not to mess up her perfect make up, of course. The
redness of her face worried me and I hurried forward to place a hand on her shoulder. "Ivy! Daijabou?" She must've jumped eight feet in the air.

"Azure!" She gasped. I didn't bother to hide my dislike of my "new name". "Daijabou?" I asked again instead.

"Yes--" Ivy began, then stopped. Her eyes darted over my face, then down to the reflection of what I thought was my stomach in the mirror, then back to my face. "Azure," she continued, more calmly this time. "Sit down." She lead me to one of the bathroom's plush chairs and began to talk...

Twenty minutes later...

My jaw was on the floor and I'm sure I must've been as pale as I felt. But another part of me, as much as I wanted to feel disgusted, was nodding it's head in agreement. Despite the seriousness of what she was saying, she really had made some good points. Now she was eyeing me and looking pointedly at one of the bathroom stalls. I stood again and looked at my stomach in the mirror. I'd never really thought of myself as fat because until I'd gotten cancer last year, my metabolism was high and I worked off all my food automatically. Now, though I hadn't realized it, my stomach stuck out and the back of my thighs looked massive.

"Oh, my God!" I gasped, my hand coming up to my mouth as I twisted from side to side to see my hideously obtuse body from all angles. [AN: Please keep in mind that this is Usagi's POV, okay? Sorry for switching from the dub names to the sub names. But anyway, she's not fat. Just seems like it to her. Okay? Okay.] "Ivy," I finally choked, turning to look at her. "Do I really look like that?" She nodded slowly, and to me she looked as sad and horrified as I felt.

"I'm so sorry, Azure," she said, standing. She took my hand in one of hers and put her other one on my stomach. I looked in mortification at the way the sea of fat that was my stomach practically swallowed her slim, dainty hand. "But, like I said... It's easy enough to fix." Her gaze turned to the row of stalls again and I gulped.

* * *

"I just put my finger down my throat? I asked dubviously five minutes later. I was inside one of the stalls and Ivy was right outside, running the tap to cover the sound of my retching.

"Yes," her voice came, and I marveled at how calm someone who did something like this could sound.

An inner voice enthused. Believing it, and believing Ivy, I poked my finger experimentally down the back of my throat and gagged. It felt so... Wrong. And there was these little bumpy things at the back of my tongue that felt really gross on my finger. Still, nothing happened, so listening to that little voice inside I pushed down further.

* * *

When Ivy initiated me to the arts of binging, she hadn't mentioned how dirty and disgusting you feel. I sat on the germridden floor of that bathroom stall for a full twenty minutes before Ivy finally went to get someone to come open the door. After I flushed the toilet I felt so shaky, all I could do was sit down. That was how they found me... Sitting on those filthy tiles with my arms around my knees, rocking back and forth, whiter than Ivy's pristine original Gucci blouse.

"You'll get used to it," she promised me later. "It'll get easier."

It didn't.






Blech, gomen. This seems to be a very short chaptered story..