Sorry it took so
long for me to get this out but I'm sure you all know that fanfiction net has
been having a few technical problems and I've also been out of town, anyway
enough with the excuses.
Sailor Moon does not
belong to me.
Chapter Eight: Fury
Usagi pulled
herself up off the bathroom floor. So
she's pregnant. How quickly she had
come to terms with that fact. She
walked over to her bed and plopped down unceremoniously. How could she have been so
irresponsible? She should have known
that this was a possible outcome of having unprotected sex, but in her defense,
that whole event was unplanned, at least on her part. Usagi sighed, tears trickling down her cheeks from her crystal
blue eyes. She wondered what would she
do now. She was pregnant by a soon to be married, if not yet married, man whom
she lusted instead of loved. She had
just started college, had just began her adult life. How could she allow this to happen? There was one way to end this pregnancy, abortion, but she knew
that she could never go through with it. How could she kill a part of her, destroy a life that deserved a chance
to live as much as she did. No abortion
was not an option, if not though, what was? She placed her hand on her stomach, trying to feel the little one
growing inside her. Yes, she would soon
be a mother. Mamoru would soon be a
father.
"Mamoru". She whispered his part in all this dawning
on her.
Should she tell
him?
How would he react, he'd
probably tell her to get rid of it. He
didn't seem like the fatherly type so to speak. No she would not tell him. She didn't need him in her child's life, didn't want him in her
life. This was truly her child, hers
alone.
Her mother was going to
kill her.
Keys rattling stirred
her thoughts. She glanced at the clock
and noticed it was four o'clock. Ami
was out of class.
Usagi jumped up and ran
to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She didn't want Ami to see the test. She just wasn't ready for no one to know yet, not even Ami and Makoto. She dropped the pregnancy test in to its box
and wrapped it with tissue.
Good thing the box is
small She thought.
She pushed the box deep
into the trashcan.
"Usa, are you in
there"? Ami asked knocking at the
bathroom door.
"I'll be out in a
minute, Ames". Usagi replied. Satisfied that the package was relatively
inconspicuous, she exited the bathroom.
"Hey girl, what ya
want"? Usagi said forcing a smile to
her face.
"Nothing really, just
wondering were you still planning on going to the party with us."
"Yea, I'm still down".
"Good, I'll go call my
bro now". Ami said and picked up the
phone.
Usagi plopped back down
on her bed.
Yea she thought I'll go have fun and deal with
reality tomorrow. I won't think about this anymore today.
Having made that vow,
she walked over to her closet to find something to wear. She decided that whoever Ami's brother was,
she was going to knock his socks off tonight.
Mamoru slowly unlocked
the door to his apartment and stepped cautiously inside. He couldn't shake the feeling that something
wasn't right, and when he turned on the light he saw that his suspicions were
well warranted, for his apartment looked like El Nino had plowed through
it. His living room was totaled,
expensive paintings shredded and tossed across the floor, antique figurines
were smashed, broken in pieces that could never be glued together, his couch
was ripped in several places by an blunt object seemingly a knife. Those belongings meant nothing to him,
however, when he noticed lying on the floor, his only picture of his dead
mother, a woman who died having him. The frame was smashed and the picture was cut into dozens of tiny
pieces. He bent down and ran his
fingers over the shards of broken glass that once held his greatest
treasure. Mamoru felt nothing, no
anger, no sadness as he stood up a walked into his bedroom, somewhat in a daze,
expecting to find this room destroyed also, but wasn't surprised to find it as
he had left it, as neat as a pin. He
didn't notice anything out of place. He
threw the jacket of his Armani suit onto the bed and loosened his tie as he
walked into the bathroom. He thought he
was shocked when he found his living room torn to shreds, had he been a weak
minded man, he would have surely fainted from the sight that awaited him in the
bathroom, for written across the large mirror above the sink in what looked to
be red lipstick were the words You are mine never forget that Mamoru. Mamoru walked up to the mirror, dabbing
his fingers onto the red substance on his mirror, which after farther
inspection, he concluded to indeed be lipstick and noticed a Polaroid laying
next to the sink. He picked up said
Polaroid and looked at it carefully. It
was in fact a picture of him and Usagi wrapped in a passionate embrace,
obviously taken during their love making the night of his bachelor party. He looked back down onto the sink and
noticed the note that was under the picture, his mind seethed with anger, the
shock was replaced with a madding fury, as he realized who was responsible for
this. Your new little bitch? The
note read. Yes he knew exactly who was
responsible for this act and she would pay. He thought as he balled up the note in one clenched fist. Man, would she pay.
Usagi, Ami, and Makoto
walked into the crowded dorm that was Sander's Hall. The dorm was known for its parties and Usagi knew that this was
just the thing she needed to take her mind off her current situation. They looked around the jammed room searching
for their dates, which had told them they would meet them there. Usagi had yet to meet her date and was kind
of nervous about it. She had never been
on a blind date before, but was determined to have a good time.
"Any sign of them?" Ami
asked looking around.
"Naw, lets go get some
punch. They'll find us?" Makoto said
and they pushed their way through the partiers to the refreshments, waving at
familiar faces along the way.
"Hey Usa, even if Ames
brother don't show up, you won't have no problem finding someone to keep you
entertained in that outfit". Makoto said
teasingly. Usagi looked down at her
short black dress that hugged figure showing off her delicate curves. The neck was cut very low giving an enticing
view of her cleavage.
"Did I over do it"? Usagi asked
"Girl, look at what I
have on and ask me that again. Neph is
going to give me an earful when he gets a load of this outfit". Makoto said gesturing at her short green
spandex miniskirt and matching tube top.
"Yea, I feel like I'm
overdressed looking at you two". Ami
said. She wore a short light blue
sundress that was covered in dark blue flowers. It hung loosely around her in a complementing way, flowing around
her when she moved.
"I didn't know you owned
anything like that Usa, but I'm sure Mako has a dozen of those outfits lying
around". Ami said .
Makoto playfully hit her
arm.
"Hey girls there's our
men over there". Makoto said pointing
toward the three men standing against the wall out of the way of the dancing
and the socializing.
The girls made their way
over to them, drinks in hand. Usagi
walked behind Makoto and Ami who both were taller than her, Ami by only a
couple of inches though, so her view of the men was blocked. She strained to see past Makoto, to get a
look at her date. Not that she was hung
up on looks or anything but she did hope he was attractive, someone who could
take her mind off a certain tall, dark, and extremely handsome man who will
remain nameless.
"How long have you guys
been here"? Makoto said to her husband.
"Just got here a few
minutes ago. What the hell you
wearing"? Neph asked trying to keep
some of the anger out of his voice. He
looked over at some of the men in the room who were eyeing his wife, daring
them to make eye contact.
"You shouldn't have worn
that Mako. I bet Nephy's going to fight
tonight". Usagi said laughing behind
Makoto. She wished she could see Neph's
face. She was sure his expression must
be priceless.
"You look lovely,
Ami". Zack said bashfully lowering his
emerald green eyes.
"Thanks". Ami said blushing.
"Hey Usa, come up here
and met your date". Ami said pulling
Usagi in front of her. She came face to
face with a pair of dark blue eyes, eyes she never wanted to see again, a face
that brought back painful memories that she truly wanted to forget. Remembered fury blazed in her eyes, still
strong from the night planned to take her virginity, as she took in the
familiar man before her.
"You". She hissed.
