'Ello! *Bounces down a few steps behind Chibi Angel, waving* Sorry this is so dark, I was feelin' sorta psycho. ^+^ I'm so proud of myself... I've never seen a Seiya/Usa fic like this one, although I'm sure there's a few out there, which makes me happy. Lately the cliche fics have been annoying me. I'm toying with redoing Runaway, but I don't want to because the whole Usagi runs off to America thing is so bloody cliched and overdone, ne? Not that they're not done! Whatever, read on. ^^
"U...Usagi?" Aino Minako's lips formed the word slowly, her sky blue eyes soon filling with the horror and pain that was reflected in the eyes of her fellow Senshi. "Not Usagi, too..." She finally sobbed. "Not her."
Across the room, Hino Rei fell to her knees and stared straight in front of her, her dark eyes blank. "U...Usagi..." Slowly she sank down further, her lower lip trembling as she recalled the bright smile and happy giggle of her best friend.
To her left Kino Makoto pounded the wall with her fist, tears streaming out of her dark jade eyes. She never spoke a word, her mind too filled with the image of golden hair and blue eyes.
Finally there was Mizuno Ami. Her dark blue eyes were shadowed as she stared at her slim white hands, trying not to think of Usagi being dead. Finally she raised her eyes to see how Mamoru was, and her gasp of shock brought all female eyes to her face before following her gaze.
"M-Mamoru?" Minako stuttered finally, her eyes wide and slightly accusing. He turned his cool dark blue stare on her, and his eyes were cynical, indifferent, maybe even slightly bored.
"What?"
There was a long pause, an awkward silence seeping into the still room. Finally Makoto burst out with an exclamation, eyes fiery with rage. "What's WRONG with you?" She demanded, charging over to Mamoru and grasping him by his shirt collar. "How the hell can you stand there so indifferently? Your GIRLFRIEND is DEAD, Mamoru-baka! The LOVE of your worthless LIFE! How can you STAND there like that?" She raged on, shaking his collar.
They'd all expected Mamoru to be deeply apologetic; deep down they'd all believed he was just shocked into denial. Ami didn't think that anyone of them had expected him to do what he did...
He shoved Makoto, hard, knocking her to the ground. "Fuck you." He spat down at her, eyes burning with a cold blue fire. "Fuck you, Makoto, don't tell me how the fuck to feel." He stood glaring down at her on the floor for a minute, her being too shocked to move, then finally spat on her and stalked out of the room. They all stood there--or layed there--for a moment, stunned. Finally they all jumped and moved to help Makoto up and to wipe the saliva off with a Kleenex. "Daijoubu?" One asked the shaken brunette in concern.
"Hai," She replied shakily, eyes trained on the door. "What could have made him act like that, Ami? How could he not care?" Ami shook her head, unable to answer. None of the inner Senshi could, in fact. And it was precisely the word Inner before the word Senshi that made Angel type the following sentence.
"He doesn't even love her anymore." Four heads snapped around to face the door's second room. A tall blonde resided against the doorjam, cobalt eyes rimmed with red.
"Haruka?" Rei asked at last, disbelief in her voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Koneko was my friend too, Rei..." Tenou Haruka replied, cringing as her voice cracked on Koneko. She moved into the room more, casting her glance over all four of them one at a time.
They digested this in silence before Ami ventured, "What did you say when you were coming in?"
"It's simple enough," Haruka said quietly, sitting in a chair and rubbing her eyes. "He doesn't love her; she didn't love him." Again, there was a long pause, until finally someone asked who Usagi *did* love, then.
"Are you so blind?" The blonde replied, leaning back in her chair and wiping away a very out of character tear. Her teeth gritted together as she spat out the words. "Seiya. Kou."
***
Usagi was warm.
She felt as though she was being encircled in the strong arms of someone she trusted and loved. She tried to force open her eyes, but was drowsy and hazed and couldn't quite seem to do it. "Seiya," she managed to get out. "I want Seiya..." The hold tightened, gently, and a bright red light flashed.
"Oh, Odango..." A voice sighed, brushing long golden strands off Usagi's dreamily happy face. "Why did you have to do this? You had so much to live for..." She knew the voice; she felt safe. Usagi simply cuddled back into the protective arms, still feeling that delicious warmth. "Ai shiteru," she murmured, then could speak no more. Instead, she just smiled and smiled and smiled as she drifted away again. Vaguely she could hear two voices.
"It wasn't her time, she can't stay here."
"She doesn't want to go back; she wants me, weren't you listening?" That familiar voice argued in that same stubborn tone.
"It wasn't her time." Quit saying that, Usagi wanted to beg. She tried to open her mouth but couldn't. She thought maybe she could open her eyes but it seemed like too great a task just yet, so she remained still and just listened.
"Don't say that, she wants to be here with me. I won't let you take her."
"It wasn't--"
"IIE!" The voice cracked like a whip. "She stays. Otherwise, you send us both back--together. No more of this Mammoth-chan business." Mentally, Usagi smiled and nodded in agreement.
"SEIya..." What? Seiya? Where? Usagi forced her eyes open; it was hard, but if Seiya was here, she was going to see him and damned if they could stop her.
"Odango?" Slowly she became aware of two hazy outlines, the darkhaired one was kneeling beside her.
"Seiya?"
"Hai," he replied grimly, kissing her cheek gently and turning his head to stare pointedly at the other figure. Usagi squinted, then stopped, then squinted again. Finally, the other came into focus, just as it spoke again.
"*It was not her time.* She must go ba--"
"Mother?"
"U...Usagi?" Aino Minako's lips formed the word slowly, her sky blue eyes soon filling with the horror and pain that was reflected in the eyes of her fellow Senshi. "Not Usagi, too..." She finally sobbed. "Not her."
Across the room, Hino Rei fell to her knees and stared straight in front of her, her dark eyes blank. "U...Usagi..." Slowly she sank down further, her lower lip trembling as she recalled the bright smile and happy giggle of her best friend.
To her left Kino Makoto pounded the wall with her fist, tears streaming out of her dark jade eyes. She never spoke a word, her mind too filled with the image of golden hair and blue eyes.
Finally there was Mizuno Ami. Her dark blue eyes were shadowed as she stared at her slim white hands, trying not to think of Usagi being dead. Finally she raised her eyes to see how Mamoru was, and her gasp of shock brought all female eyes to her face before following her gaze.
"M-Mamoru?" Minako stuttered finally, her eyes wide and slightly accusing. He turned his cool dark blue stare on her, and his eyes were cynical, indifferent, maybe even slightly bored.
"What?"
There was a long pause, an awkward silence seeping into the still room. Finally Makoto burst out with an exclamation, eyes fiery with rage. "What's WRONG with you?" She demanded, charging over to Mamoru and grasping him by his shirt collar. "How the hell can you stand there so indifferently? Your GIRLFRIEND is DEAD, Mamoru-baka! The LOVE of your worthless LIFE! How can you STAND there like that?" She raged on, shaking his collar.
They'd all expected Mamoru to be deeply apologetic; deep down they'd all believed he was just shocked into denial. Ami didn't think that anyone of them had expected him to do what he did...
He shoved Makoto, hard, knocking her to the ground. "Fuck you." He spat down at her, eyes burning with a cold blue fire. "Fuck you, Makoto, don't tell me how the fuck to feel." He stood glaring down at her on the floor for a minute, her being too shocked to move, then finally spat on her and stalked out of the room. They all stood there--or layed there--for a moment, stunned. Finally they all jumped and moved to help Makoto up and to wipe the saliva off with a Kleenex. "Daijoubu?" One asked the shaken brunette in concern.
"Hai," She replied shakily, eyes trained on the door. "What could have made him act like that, Ami? How could he not care?" Ami shook her head, unable to answer. None of the inner Senshi could, in fact. And it was precisely the word Inner before the word Senshi that made Angel type the following sentence.
"He doesn't even love her anymore." Four heads snapped around to face the door's second room. A tall blonde resided against the doorjam, cobalt eyes rimmed with red.
"Haruka?" Rei asked at last, disbelief in her voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Koneko was my friend too, Rei..." Tenou Haruka replied, cringing as her voice cracked on Koneko. She moved into the room more, casting her glance over all four of them one at a time.
They digested this in silence before Ami ventured, "What did you say when you were coming in?"
"It's simple enough," Haruka said quietly, sitting in a chair and rubbing her eyes. "He doesn't love her; she didn't love him." Again, there was a long pause, until finally someone asked who Usagi *did* love, then.
"Are you so blind?" The blonde replied, leaning back in her chair and wiping away a very out of character tear. Her teeth gritted together as she spat out the words. "Seiya. Kou."
***
Usagi was warm.
She felt as though she was being encircled in the strong arms of someone she trusted and loved. She tried to force open her eyes, but was drowsy and hazed and couldn't quite seem to do it. "Seiya," she managed to get out. "I want Seiya..." The hold tightened, gently, and a bright red light flashed.
"Oh, Odango..." A voice sighed, brushing long golden strands off Usagi's dreamily happy face. "Why did you have to do this? You had so much to live for..." She knew the voice; she felt safe. Usagi simply cuddled back into the protective arms, still feeling that delicious warmth. "Ai shiteru," she murmured, then could speak no more. Instead, she just smiled and smiled and smiled as she drifted away again. Vaguely she could hear two voices.
"It wasn't her time, she can't stay here."
"She doesn't want to go back; she wants me, weren't you listening?" That familiar voice argued in that same stubborn tone.
"It wasn't her time." Quit saying that, Usagi wanted to beg. She tried to open her mouth but couldn't. She thought maybe she could open her eyes but it seemed like too great a task just yet, so she remained still and just listened.
"Don't say that, she wants to be here with me. I won't let you take her."
"It wasn't--"
"IIE!" The voice cracked like a whip. "She stays. Otherwise, you send us both back--together. No more of this Mammoth-chan business." Mentally, Usagi smiled and nodded in agreement.
"SEIya..." What? Seiya? Where? Usagi forced her eyes open; it was hard, but if Seiya was here, she was going to see him and damned if they could stop her.
"Odango?" Slowly she became aware of two hazy outlines, the darkhaired one was kneeling beside her.
"Seiya?"
"Hai," he replied grimly, kissing her cheek gently and turning his head to stare pointedly at the other figure. Usagi squinted, then stopped, then squinted again. Finally, the other came into focus, just as it spoke again.
"*It was not her time.* She must go ba--"
"Mother?"