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Goodbye, Usagi
Chapter Fifteen
Giving Up On Love/Destiny's Not My Style
~*Authors POV*~
The next morning...
Usagi rolled over with a low groan, choosing, luckily for her, to leave her blue eyes closed. Her eyes were burning--probably from yesterday's intense crying session--, there were monsters inside her throbbing head singing the theme song to Sailor Moon, and her lower back and legs were currently aching dully. What did I do last night? She wondered hazily, her mind clouded. Have sex with a rhino?
Have sex? There was a body next to hers. No, pressed against hers. And by the curvaceous feel of it...
Well, it certainly wasn't Mamoru, and she hadn't crept into her parents room after a nightmare. So...Who was it? Slowly, cautiously, she opened one eye and aimed it at the warm, soft body next to her.
And everything stopped.
Ivy. She suddenly had a completely unfamiliar, bizarre feeling in her head-dizzy, emptyheaded, a burning sensation coursing through her mind. And then it was gone.
~*USAGI'S POV*~
"I-Ivy..." I whimpered as softly as I could. Oh, God, what happened last night... I had a vague recollection of Ivy and me raiding her impressive alchohol stash after I'd pulled away from her passionate caresses. I hadn't wanted to, but she'd insisted that just one drink was exactly what I needed. Somehow one drink had turned into another, and another, and another, until we were both giddily drunk and crashing around her apartment like elephants on drugs. Everything after that was lost in a blurry haze, the only other thing I remembered was crawling back into Ivy's lap for more kisses. Well, that was okay, I decided. A few kisses don't mean anything, so it's okay. Just an innocent kiss...And some snuggling, obviously, but that was okay too.
With that in mind I cuddled back against Ivy, trying to get warm again. My eyes popped open again...There was definitely some, er, skin contact there. Not wanting to believe it, I slowwwwwwwwwwllllllllly peeled the blankets away from myself and peeked under...I think my eyes almost fell out of their sockets. We were naked and entwined. Both of us. Naked. Naked. Naked...
Oh God, Mamoru. Ivy, and me, naked.
I'm so dead...
[Looks like a good place to end. ^^ Luckily for you I'm far too nice and I have to get through the...Umm... What the hell is that thing teachers have, that tells them what they have to get accomplished on this and this date..? Ah well. My point is, I have to get a certain amount into this chapter, the things I have planned. ^^;] [Er, note added later--The syllabus.-_-;
Yet another later added note: *Giggles with a massive sweatdrop* Umm...I had wayyyyy too much fun writing this scene...]
~*AUTHOR'S POV*~
Carefully, as not to disturb her nude slumbering partner, Usagi crept out of the bed and reached for a pair of small panties on the floor near the mattress. She couldn't even tell who's they were, but she was too far gone to care. She merely tugged them up over her slim hips, moving steathily and silently across the room before pulling on a pair of slim fitting capris and a loose white T-shirt, both of which were lying on the floor. She had to get out, who cared about style? With this is mind she didn't bother with her hair, leaving long golden strands to ripple over the white shirt. She didn't even brush it, just kept walking silently until she reached the door and slammed it as hard as she could. Back in the bedroom, Ivy jolted awake with a start. "Azure?"
Outside...
~*AUTHOR'S POV*~
Usagi's eyes were blurred with tears as she walked as quickly as she could through the streets of Paris, head angled downward and arms crossed tightly over her chest, clutching the concealing jacket she'd grabbed around her defensively.
Ivy...How could I have done this with Ivy...I've messed up everything... A muffled sob came, then another. Soon she was bawling as quietly as she could, but apparently not quietly enough--people were staring at her oddly. No one asked if she was okay.
She was so caught up in her bodyracking sobs she didn't notice as she approached the corner she'd left Seiya and Mamoru at yesterday. In fact, she didn't even notice until she was practically on top of a prone, groaning body.
"Mamoru!" She exclaimed in shock. He couldn't possibly have laid there all night...Could he have? "Are you insane?! What are you doing out here?" He groaned again, rolling slightly onto his back and gazing up at her blurrily.
"Usako..." Mamoru coughed, and she watched in horror as he spit out a stream of blood onto the ground beside his face with a low moan. He was curled into a ball with his arm slung around his waist, his face a mess of blood and scars.
"Did you stay out here all night?" He nodded slowly. "Why?!"
"S-Seiya's friends came...And t-took hi--him off--to the ho--hospital--" He coughed again, she was a little worried about his slow speech. Brain damage...? No, no, of course not. "And...There was n--no--no one ar-around to h-h-h-help me..."
"No one around to help you--how could that be?" Usagi paused and looked around. Granted, no one was even granting the injured man a second glance...Save the artist set up on the corner, who was peeking around his easle from time to time and examining Mamoru, then sloshing some more red paint on his canvas. She assumed he was painting the destruction that was her boyfrie--er, exboyfriend. Then she became aware of Mamoru's slow, almost grating voice speaking again and she tuned in again just in time to hear,
"Usagi...Please...Help me..."
Crystal blue eyes were filled with three lifetime's emotion, infinite sadness settling in their depths. "I'm so sorry, Mamoru." Usagi answered at last, shaking her head slowly. "But I can't even help myself anymore..."
She turned and walked away, leaving Mamoru lying huddled on the streets of paris...
And he cried.
And he was sorry.
***
Usagi didn't just leave Mamoru there to die, of course. Once she got home she'd callen an ambulance for him, then locked herself up in her room for the next few days. She wouldn't talk to Seiya, Ivy, or Mamoru, none of them could even get her to unlock her door. Ivy didn't understand what was wrong, but Usagi could feel a strange, gloating contentness radiating from the other girl when she came near the locked door. As for Mamoru and Seiya--
Riiiiiiiiing. The telephone, again. The sharp jangling had to be the most annoying sound in the world...
As for Mamoru and Seiya, they still hadn't stopped calling. One would hang up, and two seconds later the caller ID showed the other's name. Usagi steadfastly refused to answer, choosing to ignore it and stare moodily out her window. A haunted expression seemed locked on her face, paled, and eyes darkened with smudged shadows from lack of sleep. There was turmoil inside of her like a raging storm waiting to explode.
Why did Seiya have to hurt Mamoru.
Why did Mamoru have to hurt Seiya.
Why did Ivy have to get me drunk?
...Why me? Why do I always have to be worried about destiny? FUCK IT.
And Usagi came to a decision, very calmly picking up the receiver. Mamoru's frantic voice came over the line.
"Mamoru." The detached way she spoke his name froze him in midbabble. "I've decided," she continued coolly, examining her nails. "...Destiny's...Not my style. I've already slept with someone else--"Maybe..."--and I quite enjoyed the experience. Sleeping with you gets rather tedious after a few lifetimes. Be a darling and tell Seiya, would you?..." There a stunned silence. "Oh, and Mamoru..." His hopes rose. "If you'd pass along the message that I'm free?" They shattered.
Very slowly and deliberately she placed the phone back down on the cradle. She was empty inside, she didn't care what anyone said. As of now she was numb.
Half a second later, the phone rang. Cold eyes drifted to it, and then with a good deal of selfconfidence, she ripped the cord from the wall.
And there was silence.
A cold smile, not unlike one of Ivy's, drifted it's way over her face like a lover's caress. But that didn't matter... Usagi was giving up on love. The thought made her smile.
And then...
Then...
And then Usagi went into her ên sûite bathroom and binged like she had never binged before.
