Torn in Two
Chapter Six

To Sailor Ronin, Chibi Megami Astraea and Eternal SailorM, thank you for reviewing. You guys are the best! For you guys I'm posting this now instead of waiting until I was done with my other fic like I was planning. Eternal SailorM: So, I take it that Takatori is tiny little microscopic pieces by now? I'm gald that you like the little bits of humor. It's something that I can't help, and that you will see again. Chibi Megami Astraea: Yep, this is an Aya/Ran and Usagi pairing, my reason...I couldn't help it! I have a thing for the red head! ;; Though I do have somethings in mind for Yohji and Nagi, once I find those song lyrics... Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or Sailor Moon. Lyrics removed 4/30/05

Chapter Six Trapecista (Trapeze Artist)

There truly was a separate god for children and fools. That god had strangely enough, spared her from injuries like those that were inflicted upon her teammates. While her 'family' laid in their hospital bed barely on the brink of consciousness, Tot played. With her right arm in a sling and various tender spots on her body, she contented herself with her dolls and stuffed animals. There was no need to worry. Her 'family' was safe, the nice man with the bald spot had said so.

From the doorway, he watched her. Amazed at the innocence she displayed. It was so hard to believe that someone could be like that, in this world that had treated him so cruelly. Though it didn't matter, that would soon change, Naoe Nagi noted to himself, very soon. Unfortunately he wasn't here for that...

Tot quietly reached for a curly haired ragdoll, when it caught her eye. It was so pretty with it shiny blonde cork-screw curls and big blue eyes. It was the one, the nurse tried to take away from her...Dress in a lacey white dress with matching hat and holding a stuffed rabbit in it's arms, it was her favorite. "Bunny-chan," she cooed, reaching for the doll. "Tot-chan take care of Bunny-chan." She rocked the doll as though it was a real child.

Suddenly, like a child Tot threw the rest of her dolls across the room, while protectively holding the golden haired doll. Midnight blue eyes focused eerily on the only other occupant in the room. Hidden intelligence flashed in her eyes that bellied her known mental state. "Where is she!" the female assassins demanded. "Where is my Bunny-chan!"

Perhaps this was what the nurses were afraid of. The sudden air of danger that surround her..."I'll take you to see her." Nagi stated slowly moving forward ignoring the feeling of uneasiness. He was here, by the orders of Crawford to retrieve the object. For now his feelings for the older girl had to put aside...

Tot looked at Nagi suspiciously. She recognized the boy from that day, he had made flower petals dance for her. "Really?"

"Hai, but only if you give me the broach."

"Usagi-chan," Ken called out, "package. Well it's not really a package..."

Usagi looked up from where she was helping sort flowers, and was surprised when Ken set a small pink suitcase with a bunny sticker on the side of the table. Manx had said that she would arrange for some clothes to be sent to her, but she didn't think that the red head would take the time to pack the garments into a suitcase. Quietly she trace the bunny sticker, with her index finger. How nice it would be if this was really hers...

"Why don't you give us a little fashion show, tenshi?" Yohji, grinned as he leaned across the counter where he too was sorting flowers. "Or maybe just me."

Usagi blushed a deep red, unconsciously tightening her grip on the roses she held in her hand causing the thorns to pierce her flesh. With a small gasp, she dropped them clutching her hand to her chest. "Are you okay, Usagi-chan?" Ken questioned, standing behind her, looking over her shoulder, "We got some antibiotic medicine upstairs in the bathroom, I'll go and get it!"

"No, I'll go." Usagi replied, gripping the suitcase with her uninjured life, "I'm a big girl." With a playful wink, she was up the stairs. The second the blonde vanished up the stairs, Yohji turned to his teammate.

"Ken-kun I flirt, you work."

Upstairs Usagi went straight to the bathroom for the ointment. As her hand closed around the brass knob, it opened jerking her in. "Ompf!" She dropped her suitcase as her nose was plastered against a bare chest. Quickly as though she was burned, Usagi reeled back tripping over the forgotten suitcase. Shaking her head, Usagi looked up, and blushed bright red. "G-gomen." She stuttered, scrambling to her feet. The small blonde kept her eyes on the tiled floor. "I didn't know that you were in here...Ken-kun said that the...I'm sorry...I was only looking...Gomen!"

With a bath towel wrapped around his waist, Aya stood before Usagi a faint frown marring his features. As she rambled off apologies, he noticed her injured hand. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a small tube. Before Usagi could register anything, her hand was under the faucet, being clean. The blush on her face intensified as she watched Aya cleanse her wounds. He was surprisingly gentle, something that Usagi was pretty sure he didn't show often. "Arigato," Usagi murmured softly, when he was finished.

The red head said nothing as he made his way out of the small bathroom. Usagi observed his departure, quietly. Wondering why Aya was the way, he was? There was underlying kindness beneath his cold exterior, he couldn't have always been like that..."Aya-kun!" Aya stopped and looked over his shoulder, waiting for her question. "Thank you for staying with me last night. It meant a lot to me." Usagi confessed.

"Hn," was Aya's reply as he vanished into his room.

Usagi let a small smile cross her lips, "Well that's better than nothing," she stated before entering her room.

Hotaru saw the package first.

The offending object, sat there on the kitchen table next to the bowl of fresh fruit. "What's that?" Haruka questioned as she followed the youngest senshi into the kitchen.

"Better question is, when did they get in?" Setsuna's voice, echoed from the other side of the room. "I'm been working all day on my computer. I heard nothing."

"It's from Takatori, then," Michiru replied quietly, taking the package. On the unadorned package, two simple words were scrawled across the top.

Sailor Senshi.

With no other words, Setsuna took the package, carefully opening it's top. Either of the four senshi spoke as Setsuna slipped her hand inside the box. The senshi of time stiffen as her hand wrapped around a familiar object. With closed eyes, she pulled out their proof.

Usagi's brooch. "Call the girls, we have everything we need." Setsuna stated numbly, setting the golden object on the table top before leaving the room.

Hotaru gently picked up the brooch, before looking up at her 'parents'. "Haruka-papa, Michiru, " she began, "does this mean Usagi is okay?"

Haruka looked away, unable to answer that question. Michiru took a deep breath, and answered to the best of her abilities. "We don't know, Hota-chan. We can only hope so."

Usagi smiled happily to herself, as she went through the luggage. Leggings, shirts, jeans and other garments scattered the floor and bed around her. With Tot, she had been dress up as a doll, complete with frills and lace. Here with Weiss, she had arrived dressed only in a nightgown. Now, Usagi could gain some normalcy with clothes. What could be better...

The small blonde pulled out the last garment out of the suitcase. The white material spilled across her lap. The sundress was plain with only a simple pale blue ribbon embroider just below the bustline. A matching cardigan of pale blue, had fallen at her feet. Wiggle out of her borrowed clothes slipped into the dress and cardigan. She smiled at her reflection, slipping her hand into the dress' hidden pocket.

With a frown, Usagi pulled out a small piece of paper. She carefully unfold the sheet of paper, admiring the little pink rabbits decorating the stationary. "We miss you." She read. An image of the boy from earlier, Shingo, standing in front of two adults who had to be his parents, came to mind...Did she know these people?

"Tenshi?" Yohji's muffled voice, interrupted her thoughts. "You okay in there?"

"Hai!" Usagi exclaimed opening the door, as she pocketed the note.

"Well aren't you a stunning sight." Yohji drawled, "if you aren't careful, I might have to whisk you away..."

For all his charm, Yohji failed to gain Usagi's attention. "Aya-kun, where are you going?" Usagi questioned, ducking by Yohji, who frowned after her. Perhaps this was her chance to go out and get some fresh air, if Aya indeed was going out. For a brief moment, she wondered if Aya liked her dress...

"Out."

Usagi, smiled. This was improvement. He hadn't glared and utter 'Hn'. "May I go with you!"

"Hn." Was his reply. It wasn't safe, but she should know that. Simple common sense.

Unsure whether that was a yes or an no, Usagi, spoke up. "I promise not to get into trouble."

"Good luck, tenshi." Yohji added in his two cents, "Where Aya goes every week is top secret. Very hush hush."

Unwilling to give up, Usagi went on, "I promise not to tell anyone your very hush hush secret."

"No." Aya replied. This time he would not play babysitter again. He didn't like her, she was doing funny things to him. Didn't she see that?

"Onegai?"

Why was it that with one simple word, he fell? Didn't she know that no was no? "Hurry up." The red head answered coldly.

"Arigato!" Usagi squealed, happily wrapping her arms around Aya's waist. Carefully, but quickly Aya removed Usagi's arms from his waist, and opened the door. Usagi excitedly followed Aya down the stairs, with Yohji bring up the rear. Ken looked up from his task as Aya walked out of the shop. with Usagi. "Where are they going?"

"Does it look like I know?" Yohji replied.

"Why is Usagi-chan going with him?" Ken questioned, stressing the 'why'. Aya wasn't the most sociable of people, Ken couldn't imagine him with the bubbly Usagi for any long period of time. Well not without a few death threats thrown in.

"Because we've been invaded by pod people, and we got a nice Aya."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

Bathroom scene courtesy of my baby brother, who recently figured out that the bathroom door opens, with just a little pushing and scratching.;; Guess who meets next chapter?