NAME: Towel (9/6/01 – 9/12/01)
E-MAIL: MoonTowel18@msn.com
TITLE: Papa-Kenji, Please No More
RATED: PG
NOTE: Chapter 2 of my latest fanfic next to Sailor Moon Core. Last chapter was what started it all. Shingo killin' is dad. Usagi being a madhouse. Okay we all know that story if we're reading this now. Thanks for the e-mails, didn't know I was suppose to get professional here and sorry for not following the "rule book." Oww, my tooth hurts and I got class in another hour and thirty minutes so before I run I'm gonna try to get a little done here. I'm sooooooo sleepy! Few days later Welll… apparently I'm too lazy to reread this only spell check it. Sorry. Music of choice: Christina Aguilera "Our Day Will Come."
DISCLAIMER: Sailor Moon 1992-2001. Naoko Takeuchi. Kondansha Ltd. And Toei Animation.
THANKS: Naoko
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Papa-Kenji, Please No More~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2
Snazzy, sharp, heart-stopping detective Mamoru stepped into the Tokyo City police station dark shades covering his almond sky-blue eyes, his shiny black hair loose and spiked up for the twenty-four year old man he was. Suit dark like the man in black he was despite the early summer heat making him look as cool and chilling, as ice down someone's bare smooth back. His shoes as shiny as dark diamonds and his fast as soothing as a baby's no matter the mansion of age.
The handsome detective kept his hands stuck in his pockets and looked over the entrance scene of the police station from the doorway and immediately felt like he was dropped home in a pile of his friends at the station. The new hardcore detective ready to jump on the ball and solve is latest obsession case.
"Detective Mamoru good morning," greeting the officer at the door.
Slipping off his shades catching a gleaming shine in his teeth, Mamoru smiled and nodded then with a grin continued toward his office. Detective Mamoru made his path, weaving and greeting his fellow co-workers at the precinct with hand waves and a mouth-dropping movie star smile and looks.
It wasn't until Mamoru moved toward the snack room when he noticed someone he'd forever loved to intertwine with. And there he was, another soothing piece of eye-candy. A blond about Mamoru's height and a month behind on a birthday dressed in brown as usual compensating toward Mamoru's usual black. The blond had his back turned to his Mamoru and didn't appear to give revenge toward turning following Mamoru's vibes. Early morning kinkiness split through Mamoru's heart as he tried softly to move in on his prey biting back a laugh but keeping it cool.
Mamoru got close enough and wrapped his large arms around the blond's waist startling the blond into nearly spill his tiny paper cup of coffee. The blond, Motoki, smiled and fell safely into the grasp given by Mamoru.
Mamoru rested his chin on Motoki's left shoulder and eyed Motoki with delight as he wrapped his arms deep around Motoki's waist as if never to let go.
"Morning kiddo," Mamoru said lowly in a soothing sexy voice deliberately rustling his breath against Motoki's bare sensitive neck.
"Morning," replied Motoki grinning and holding steadily onto his cup of coffee as Mamoru rubbed his hands over Motoki's hand holding the steaming brown liquidated cup indicating for the blond to sat down the coffee and "play" a little with Mamoru.
Mamoru was obviously juiced up upon contact with Motoki and Motoki like wise but always though it best to leave Mamoru begging playing hard to get.
"Missed you last night," Motoki smiled.
Mamoru closed his eyes deeply and began to rub his lips against Motoki's neck telling the blond that he was busy on the case and began pushing against him when-
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Mamoru opened his eyes half-angrily and started to release his love turning. Both men turned to find a beautiful familiar caramel skin woman leaning against the open door with her arms cross eyeing the two with a sneaky grin.
The woman was the same age and height as the men. Went through training with them, even high school. She had gleaming lavender/pink eyes and a wave of dark-forest green hair that swept out behind her like a capping mist. She was full of grace and mystery ever-wondering and stunningly exotic-looking. Tender to the eyes but hard against the body.
And so the exotic beautiful woman spoke in question. "So when are you two going to break up and let a girl come between?"
The men smiled.
"Morning Setsuna," Mamoru greeted his friend first ignoring the question at hand. Best friend at that was Setsuna to him.
"Morning," she waved a slight hand stepping into the snack room toward a box of donuts sprawling in their box all-open on a middle table. Her sugary pink nails snagged a glazed donut and delicately began to eat at the while the men watched.
Officer Setsuna. Father was a police officer. Mother was a police officer. A girl who had the looks of a model decided it was her duty to following into this strange and dangerous business for the love of helping others. Someone beyond vain and conceitedness.
Setsuna licked the sticky sweet sugar at her fingers then check her watch after the three discussed a little about what was going down today as she ate and she started charmingly for the door turning back smiling at the men. Her smile lowered when she suddenly snapped into seriousness looking at Mamoru explaining that the autopsy report had come in from the victim of the shooting yesterday.
Mamoru eyes sparked with interest.
"Here come on," Setsuna gestured with her head leading outside the snack room.
Mamoru started to follow, turned around and laced lips for a second with Motoki patting his neck then headed out following Setsuna. The two moseyed through the crowded station toward Mamoru's office carefully.
"We also got a full report out on the missing children," Setsuna informed. "It's going to be aired every few hours and in today's newspaper."
Mamoru nodded.
At Mamoru's private office Setsuna opened the door for him and he thanked her and the both led each other inside Setsuna closing the door behind him. Mamoru took a seat at his desk. His office. Small, cluttered, and smelled like coffee. Trashcan over flood with balled up papers, half wrap candy bars spewed everywhere. Just junk! Setsuna offered to help him clean it but Mamoru never saw it as being filthy in the first place.
Giving the office a disgusting look Setsuna forced her focus from the trifling area and back toward Mamoru and the report. On Mamoru's desk was a maroon folder. He opened it and began flying the images of the body and the information he was receiving from the papers in his head as Setsuna explained.
"Immediate one shoot at the heart," she spoke softly. "Kill instantly. Notice the bullet snapshot took there once it was removed from the heart of the victim." She reached over his desk and pointed toward the image Mamoru came across. It was a snapshot of a blood stained bullet paper clipped to a piece of paper which indicated all the guns that could apply themselves to totting this kind of bullet. "Not only that it seems like the victim had ejaculated only minutes after he was shot."
"You mean he was at the end of having sex?" Mamoru clarified.
"Umm… yes," Setsuna replied not the least bit bashful.
Mamoru "hmm" in his pondering world as he read the list of possible murder weapons. Setsuna looked at Mamoru as he read and while he wasn't watching her. She felt herself drawing in deeper to his attractive features. His gorgeous shiny black hair, his hard stern manly eyes, jealous completely but not insanely over Mamoru's love given to Motoki in such a romantic way.
He looks at me like a sister, Setsuna told herself upsettingly. I'm just his kid-sister and he never seems to realize how much I've always been so fond of him.
"Hmm?" Mamoru peeked his eyes up at Setsuna with one hand cupping his mouth. "What's the matter with you?"
Setsuna shook her head realizing she was gazing at Mamoru the entire time. She quickly replied nothing and felt it was time or her to leave embarrassed by her affectionate repulsion. Setsuna forced a smile and turned toward the door, she exited telling Mamoru good-bye. Setsuna paused outside the door of Mamoru's office leaning against it sighing. She wrapped her arms around herself and walked on toward her desk.
Back in the office Mamoru closed the folder and leaned back in his chair. He reached around his left drawer of his desk and pulled open the miniature filing cabinet… rifled through it and pulled out the snapshot of the girl he's looking for. The strange girl. A possible suspect… but a possible victim too. Which one!?
I have GOT to find her, Mamoru promised.
Usagi rubbed her worn puffy eyes and lowered the magazine she held up to her face. Her attention turned toward Shingo who was looking sadly at her. She rubbed his head ordering that he smile and continue to help her think up a plan to get them away safely.
The two runaway victims of domestic "breakdown" were standing before a newspaper stand reading magazines before they head off to find somewhere to stay. It was Usagi's insistence of course. She still wanted to read up on the little things and kept her face covered just to do that. Shingo on the other hand was restless and hungry. Both pretty much feeling sick.
"This doesn't have anything new in it," Usagi said dropping the magazine back where she'd got it on a stand. "Let's go."
And so the two set off. At least they thought some of their fear demised until they passed by a local electronics Shoppe and on the TVs put on window display caught Shingo's eyes in amazement.
"Usagi look!" Shingo cried pointing toward the screen.
Usagi couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was a picture of her with her hair up in buns and pigtails. A picture from like several months ago…a school picture.
Her eyes wide the blond walked over toward the window display drawn into it in amazement and fear pressing her warm hands against the glass feeling her body chill all over at the sight of her face on TV as a criminal. At least she figured criminal. It wasn't exactly posted there but never the less she was. She would have to take full responsibility for Shingo's actions. She would have to say it was her fault. She shot the bullet. She killed her father. But that just couldn't happen now. As reasonable as it was to go to the police and admit all that happened she couldn't. Usagi knew what happened to kids whose parents are dead or away or insane. Siblings would never sick together. They'd be placed in different homes and she couldn't bare to live without Shingo with her 100%.
The screen flashed away and there was Shingo's face. Usagi looked away wishing she could hear what was going on but at the same time was too afraid. She hastily took Shingo's hand ordering him to don't look up and pulled him on along side herself as she kept her head practically down. Hoping and wishing not to be recognized. Hoping with her hair down it could conceal her, cover her, blind peoples eyes to her usual satire.
I'm a criminal; Usagi's mind went about. A criminal menace too society.
Usagi knew she was taking it all wrong. Going out of proportion but… the idea was just too harsh on her.
The two strode through the streets looking slightly for a place that was isolated and available to stop by and grab something to eat. Her stomach was hurting with hunger and she could virtually feels Shingo doing the same through his pitiful looks.
A small voice could be heard behind Usagi but her mind and hearing was so far away to realize it was Shingo. Shingo struggling to break free and finally doing so having Usagi turn around fiercely in demand of wondering why he wasn't doing as she said. Her voice disappeared when she saw her brother gazing deeply at a poster posted near the Crown Arcade center. Usagi studied the picture and found a slight interest even, small enough for her to remain in realization that she and her brother were too endangered to really focus upon the image lying on the poster.
It was a familiar face. A tall sparkling blond teen idol that Shingo was in love with and Usagi likewise. Mina Spears. The all-American Teen Popstar. The image of the beautiful blond was among a splashed colored background filled with stars and hearts and in big bold blistering letters it read: "TEEN IDOL MEGASTAR MINA SPEARS WILL BE IN TOKYO FRIDAY TO PERFORM HER NUMBER ONE SINGLES "OOPS!… I SLAPPED MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN!" AND "I'M A CRIMINAL FOR YOU!" GET YOUR TICKETS AT THE LOCAL CIVICI CENTER OR A LOCAL OFFICEBOX! HURRY! DON'T MISS OUT ON THE GREATEST EVENT EVER IN TOKYO BEFORE THIS GODDESS OF VENUS LEAVES BACK TO AMERICA!"
Usagi felt sicken. Why couldn't her life be as glamorous and easy going as Mina Spears her favorite all time teen megastar. Usagi noted how much Mina Spears was so beautiful… like a goddess to the poor girl who felt "average."
"Who am I kidding?" Usagi questioned herself and couldn't bring herself to continue.
Shingo looked up at her sadly he wanted badly to go see the concert. Usagi told the boy to forget it and to follow her on their way.
Wait! Usagi's brain froze. She stopped and looked at the poster again… thought about her "impossible" idea and shook her head. It wouldn't happen. Usagi felt silly at her idea that somehow she could meet Mina Spears and ask her to take her and her brother to America with her.
Stupid idea Usagi! Usagi scowled herself. Don't be an idiot now when you're needed to focus.
"I'm hungry," Shingo admitted for about the ten-thousandth time.
Usagi couldn't find another round of protesting against her brother in her. It was about that time she'd felt the same strongly and was ready to end it.
The nearest fast food place was their destination still trying to remain unsuspicious keeping their heads low. Evidently this wasn't going to prove a good enough strategy.
Neither Usagi nor Shingo noticed when the manager came out, spotted the two and realized exactly who they were from the newspaper he read earlier that day. Usagi and Shingo were busily chewing into fries and hamburgers to notice the man step in closer and look deeper into the two faces then fly back into the kitchen into his office…
The tall chunky man lifted up his telephone standing jittery above his desk and fiercely punched in a round of numbers.
Then came an answer on the other end after what seemed like and minutes piled on minutes.
"Yes!" the man raised his head seriously. "I would like to be connected to the Tokyo Police Department."
"So do any of you know where your fellow pupil Usagi might have ran off too to hide or anything?" Mamoru asked tiredly looking at the crowd of ninth graders who sat silently before him as if never hearing a word he was speaking.
Minds all must be on summer secession break; Mamoru thought and lowered the picture of Usagi he held before her homeroom class.
Mamoru sighed despairingly dropping his head. "Thank you," he told the class and exited out head still low meeting up with Motoki who had his arms crossed watching from outside the room.
"Still not speaking?" Motoki inquired.
Mamoru nodded and folded the blown up picture of Usagi placing it into his jacket inside pocket. "Same ole, same ole. It's as if they're trying to protect the girl or something."
"Maybe," Motoki replied looking down the hall pass the obtrusive sunlight seeping through the unfiltered windows. A group of boys were down the hall playing around with each other. Motoki was thoughtless at that point and pretty tired of Mamoru's obsessed. Shaking him to come all the way down the junior high school this Usagi girl attended. Mamoru the detective… as usual taking care of business his way whenever however even though he was told to prepare to crash the case and hand it to another. Mamoru couldn't of course… this case was different. There was something odd about the girl he had to figure out and where'd his feelings about her.
Mamoru ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Motoki placed a hand on his shoulders. "Let's go get something to eat now," Motoki suggested just as Mamoru's cell phone shrieked out from buckled up at his hip.
Giving Mamoru a long drawing look and Mamoru giving him a shy smile, Motoki crossed his arms and took a few steps down the hall discouraged completely.
Mamoru answer the phone and was instantaneously caved in by Setsuna's excitement on the other end.
"Mamoru!" Setsuna cried breathlessly from the other end. "The girl! The girl and her brother have been spotted!"
Mamoru's eyes widen and a small smile crept across his face as he responded: "WHERE!?" loudly enough that it echoed through the hall.
And so… Setsuna gave the stunning detective directions.
Usagi rubbed her nose and looked from her straw up to the window on the left end of where her and Shingo sat at in their booth as she viewed a police car go whizzing by through the streets. Usagi shrugged and continued to drink at her milkshake until two more went whizzing by. She ignored it again… then stopped and looked closer to where they were heading with a start as she realized something HAD to be up and with her and her brother on the loose… could only mean…
Peering closer and closer Usagi saw clearly that straight down the street the three police cars… stopped as if… blocking off the street.
"Oh my god," Usagi hissed seeing all to well what was going on. The blond turned hastily toward her unnotified brother. "Shingo, it's time to dip!"
"Huh?" he looked up annoyed that she'd broken him from his strawberry milkshake.
"LET'S GO!" she shouted watching two police officers just heading toward the restaurant entrance.
Shingo and Usagi grabbed their book bags, swung them on and dashed off with Usagi guiding directions.
BACK EXIT! The girl's mind shouted. THROUGH THE KITCHEN!
Usagi and Shingo caught in an action filled panic shoot through the restaurant tossing over chairs and tables, as they pressed further for escape!
"RIGHT THERE!" cried a voice from behind Usagi who was behind Shingo for his protection but leading the way. "CATCH THEM!"
Shingo stopped at a door waiting only a second before Usagi came and threw the door open. The two stepped into the back area of the front registers a female cashier hollering in anger. Usagi and Shingo hit a sharp left toward the kitchen and were off leaving the several employees there lost in a fog of mystery as to what the hell was happening.
Usagi never felt so afraid in her life. Well… except for the incident that led to all this. The blond could practically feel the heat of the police officers behind her. Hoping she'd lost them somewhere in the mist of the uproar.
And there was the back exit. A large looming metal door caked with peeling yellow paint taking on as the backdrop of a group of large trash bins. Usagi and her brother were almost there!
Until…
"Stop right there you two!" a heavy-set man came stepping between the path of the two and the escape. The man held his hands out holding them away from their means of escape eyeing the two in antagonism. Shingo had rammed his poor little head into the overweight stomach of the man who happened to be the manager, who happened to be the one who got a hold of the police to move in and take the two frightened kids.
Usagi skidded to a halt with dread. Time was ticking! Her heart was jumping! She felt like she was going to go crazy.
Shingo felt the same and out of his feelings he lifted his right foot, slung it back and swung it into the groin of the manager who's eyes bulged as he bent over in stricken pain covering his "necessities." Usagi pushed him aside while he was distracted by his pain and pushed Shingo through.
Like caught in a maze the two went through the trash bins near they're size. With Shingo ahead Usagi used every bin she could to hold the upcoming officers off. Shingo hit the large door and struggled with the lock when it finally released and he went stumbling into a smelly back alley with his sister right behind who shut the door closed loudly and searched hysterically around for something to keep the door from opening from either side.
There! To the right. A dumpster!
Usagi ran to the side of the dumpster demanding Shingo help and the two worked together to wheel the dumpster before the door until they felt it was safely stuck in place. On the other side the officers could be heard banging against the heavy metal door in pursuit.
The two kids let loose the breath they were holding smiling at one another's' success. They'd made it.
That's right… for now…
"FREEZE!"
They turned and what appeared to be their only outlet into the streets on the left was a lining row of police officers Berettas at the teeth of firing.
"Damn!" Usagi spat roughly her nerves burning, her hatred for the police force growing. The hatred for her father growing along with it.
"PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND DROP TO YOUR KNEES!" demanded a guy in a trench coat with a megaphone in his possession and using it as he stood out from the other uniformed dressed policewomen and men who lined the alley's exit.
Before respond Usagi looked for a possible another way out. On the other end of the alley was a rickety wall like wooden fence. Her and her brother wouldn't be able to climb it before they'd be shot to death.
The two remained silent as the megaphone officer continued to order them to get to their knees.
They can't shoot us! Usagi's thoughts rang. We're just kids. But they will separate me from my brother if we give up. We can't give up.
As if some small prayer was answer there came a rumbling motor sound far behind the end of the alley behind the wooden fence…
All eyes rested mutely on the fence in anticipation of what was going on.
When-
VROOOMMMMMM-CRASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The fence shudder into splinters as a motorcycle came tearing down the alley and despite it's raging fire shooting speed, managed to stop roaring like a demon from hell right in the wake of a frightened Usagi and Shingo.
"Get on!" the familiar voice behind the helmet ordered from the two roughly. Usagi didn't think a second thought, she lifted up the extra helmet threw it on Shingo's head and tossed her brother on it where he was placed between Usagi and the stranger. Once on… the strange reared the motorcycle's engine over the megaphone guy's demands and turned the bike on it's rear wheel back toward the grand entrance it'd made.
Usagi nearly screamed, as she held on tight. Her arms wrapped around the strange cyclist where she could protect her brother and stay on for dear life. Nevertheless she actually felt at ease and safe.
"STOP YOURSELEVES RIGHT THERE!" ordered the trench-coat cop.
The cyclist team had him on ignore as they roared up with the drivers anxiousness.
Usagi constrict her eyes and gripped on tight feeling her nails bite into the stranger. She was scared but didn't care, this was her way out and she didn't want to die making it.
VROOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!
Usagi couldn't watch but felt them jerk forward riding wind cutting speed in the direction toward the police line. Trust, trust, trust, trust, was all Usagi could think of. Even thought she should know better than to trust anyone but her brother at this point in her life she felt like she had no other choice with the cyclist. It was to late to turn back, might as well trust the stranger to getting her and her brother out safely in whatever manner it would take.
As the motorcycle reared up it felt as if Usagi was going to slip off and crack her face, but the blond made sure nothing like that would happen.
So up they went onto one wheel toward the line of armed officers that rang out in horror as they fled from the path of the motorcycle that peeled pass them out of the alley and into the crowded street blockage. The motorcycle stung a right and roared down the street back on both wheels as a group of other cyclist came springing out into the streets gaining attention from all over. A gang of them… and Usagi hearing all so well opened her eyes to see them.
That's when the fire rang out.
Gunfire!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Usagi prayed, bit her lip tight not to scream in fear. She could practically feel the bullets being fired burn pass her, cut into her hair. The girl found herself so luckily smart to place her brother between her bodies, but her back was so violable now. She just couldn't get shot.
All around Usagi looked only to find her world whizzing by her with glimpses of the simple things even… like color. An obvious girl cyclist was on the right riding in right next to the stranger carrying Usagi and her brother. Usagi watched her. Want to know who was it behind that helmet with that flowing black hair. The shocked callousness for danger. Risking so much… being so strong.
"HOLD ON!"
The blond's eyes widen too late to watch as the motorcycle she road copped right and toward the sidewalk and bystanders only to have it rear back up to one wheel and went riding up the bumpy path on the back of bumper, the rear window, and truck.
Up! Up! Up! The roof! Then the air wheels twirling in the space aimlessly with a VOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Oh my goddddddddd! Usagi's head screamed, as they were air born then-
BAM! Slammed the motorcycle onto the car roof ahead of the one that gave them their lift. Usagi had bitten her tongue in the entire process and decided once again that it was more important that she held on tight and kept her eyes closed as they began to do it again forwarding to get them faster through the streets.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The officers continued the chase the gang firing rounds after rounds of bullets. Usagi expected to get it but it seemed like it would never come. They just kept riding. On and on dangerously until she couldn't even barely think. To the point where she was just… along for the ride… no longer caring but trusting.
Then it crossed her. She still didn't know who saved her and where the hell she was taking her and her brother!
It wasn't until Usagi recognized they were getting closer to the bay area that they were starting to slow down until the motorcycle and gang of others stopped in a patch of trees that looked down over the sandy beach below.
Fearfully Usagi climbed off the motorcycle first helping her brother follow holding his hands tight moving away from the crowd and watching them at the same time as each other them dropped their helmets and Usagi gradually began to identify their faces. She held her brother tight both afraid as the gang of girls from the café revealed themselves behind each helmet along with three others. Then the final one held on her helmet. The one who saved Usagi and her brother?
The gloved hands reached for the helmet over her head and slowly… slowly… lifted…
"Makoto," Usagi's voice hissed lowly.
Makoto shook out her wavy brown hair, her face pale and sweaty, her eyes glassy and somnolent looking. Makoto managed to give Usagi and her brother a small smile before she fell over into the grass.
Determination drove Mamoru. The streets were too crowded and blocked to get his car through so he took it on foot. Panting in his astute black suit with his black tie flaring behind like a flag to Motoki who followed in full-blown running to keep up.
I got to make it! Mamoru cried out to himself in his head. I got to find that girl!
A block away was Setsuna in front of the restaurant with another speaking officer not paying attention but instead waiting and watching as Mamoru came up to her and almost fell against her in his frantic run. Motoki caught up seconds later.
Frowning Setsuna folded her arms. "You're too late," she said candidly.
Sweaty and fatigued Mamoru looked desperately at her wheezing.
"Damn," he cursed.
Usagi looked sadden at Makoto who laid quietly half sleep on the lower bunk of a small dimly lit boathouse room. The blond had her hands wrapped around herself, hair disheveled and sprawling everywhere in a mess. Next to her was Shingo resting his head on Usagi's left shoulder sleepily watching Makoto himself feeling sad. Makoto had been shot saving the two.
The gang of girls brought Usagi and Shingo to Makoto's sister's boathouse where she lived. It was small but enough for the two of them. The two sisters who were abandoned by their parents and driven to the streets for what seemed like eternity but was actually roughly three years ago. The boathouse originally belonged to their uncle, the same uncle that killed himself handing to the boat down to Haruka, Makoto's older sister. A strong willed nineteen year old who worked extremely hard to keep the only place the two sister could call home available to them.
Usagi shook her head aimlessly feeling sick. Feeling like just lately she was causing just too much trouble. The blond closed her eyes and bent forward on the stool she sat on cupping her palms over her eyes near tears but to tired to really cry.
One thing was sure was that Usagi couldn't understand why Makoto saved her. Why'd she suddenly appeared? How did she know Usagi and her brother would need her at that particular moment? Was there something spiritual about all this that happened?
Don't be stupid, Usagi pressed against ideas. She just happen to be by and noticed us in trouble and decided to do something about it.
Funny though… just earlier that day Makoto was the one who'd made Usagi fill up with guilty and become even more sicken at herself. No she was saving them and as much as Usagi felt angry with what happened earlier it was one thing that seems to just remain in the pass. Something she should forget about and worry about how well Makoto was going to hang up being shot. Apparently the firing of the police officers was from all angles and not a single one directed toward Usagi and her brother. Someone had to have made a precise hit to blow the bullet in Makoto's chest while they were scrapping up the streets.
"Usagi," a soft voice asked in the faint room.
Slowly Usagi looked up at Makoto and her more soften influence than the one horrible way she spoke to Usagi before.
"Y… yes," Usagi answered back tucking her loose hair behind her ears and taking Makoto's clammy sweaty hand. Makoto had opened her glasses eyes. Her chest rose quickly and lowered quickly over and over again as if… it was hard to breath. It made Usagi sick. She didn't want to see this, she didn't want any more deaths and she didn't want to start some kind of friendship where it would in so immediate in the poor girl's dying.
She couldn't look at the girl any longer. The girl with the long brown wavy hair who lay on her back on the bed all sweaty and hot and feeling suffocated…
Usagi threw down Makoto's hand and shoot up with a yelp of terror and began to pace over toward the door leading into the next room while holding back tears. She wanted so badly to just take Shingo and both of them, book the hell out of the boathouse and just leave far far away from Makoto. To just let Makoto die! DIE! DIE! DIE! Get it all over with and let the girl just die!
Usagi rubbed her hands through her hair, worried and confused about her feelings. Her feelings being so callous as to open a small friendship and close it so hurriedly so she wouldn't have to get attached or see someone else she cared about suddenly die. But she stopped, stopped pacing, stopped worrying and just looked at the wall on the right of the door leading into the other room. Just stared at the wall. She felt hot and flustered knowing all to well that she just COULDN'T leave this girl like this.
Usagi heard Shingo ask her something but ignored it and went bravely back to be besides Makoto who was smiling at her. Makoto made a joke about Usagi getting frantic over nothing cause she wasn't dead yet. Usagi couldn't find the simplest reason to even smile. One thing was sure was Usagi wanted to know why? Why had Makoto saved her and her brother and eventually risked her life for them? It didn't make any sense. How could someone so horrible to the blond change so fast? Usagi no doubt was afraid to ask; she kind of already knew why Makoto saved her. They were both lonely somehow. Girls who had to grow up too fast and weren't given the fair essentials it took to becoming a woman. Almost everything was made up to the two.
"Hey Usagi. About earlier this morning… I'm sorry," Makoto apologized. "It never occurred to me that you were so much like me. When I first got started. Me and my sister didn't have much either until we realized our uncle left us this damn rocky ass boathouse." Makoto closed her eyes fading a little with a long pause. Usagi still couldn't look at the dying girl; she tried to block out her desperate wheezing for air too which felt imprinted on her brain now.
All Usagi could say was: "You're forgiven. It's okay."
"How did you end up on the streets like this?" Makoto asked near a choke.
As much as Usagi didn't want to explain she did. Told Makoto the entire story with Shingo remaining silent but stirring at almost every word.
"That's pretty critical," Makoto joked dryly.
Usagi shrugged and rubbed her tired eyes.
Silence.
Then…
"Hey umm… Usagi," Makoto's weak voice came back up this time a little drearier behind her heavy breathing.
Usagi looked at the girl and literally saw Makoto giving whatever else was left from her. Usagi then realized she couldn't allow Haruka to ignore the fact that Makoto need a doctor. Usagi realized she couldn't just step down because this wasn't any of her business. IT WAS! And she opened her mouth to call for Haruka not permitting Makoto to speak another word.
"Harukaaaaaaaaaaa!" Usagi cried out in terror.
A tall, powerful looking young girl came stopping into the room her long tan-blond ponytail swishing around her like a snake. She looked panic- stricken from Usagi to Makoto asking what's the problem.
Usagi felt herself boil with anger as she shot up into Haruka's face. "What's the problem!? How can you ask that!? You're sister is dying and we need to get her to the hospital NOW!"
Haruka looked like she was near slapping Usagi, as much as Usagi felt inferior to Haruka she wasn't going to just let Haruka ignore everything and let her sister die. Usagi herself would gladly give her life to Shingo… but… she would never let herself slowly die where she could be helped, where she could live out more days with her brother, where she could contain to protect him and keep him from loneliness and more lost. Usagi just couldn't understand why Haruka wasn't doing ANYTHING!
"It's too risky!" spat Haruka with fire. "We're already in too much trouble to be running around the hospital where we could risk being caught- "
"SHUT UPPPPPPPP!" Usagi cut in screaming at the top of her lungs covering her ears from Haruka's careless babbling. Usagi threw her hands away from ears and began to cry looking desperately up at Haruka who looked down a little shocked at the crying girl. "Pleaseeeeeee Haruka! For her life! For YOUR life! Let's get her some help!"
And so… Usagi's dramatic but real, attitude clicked somewhere in Haruka and Haruka knew Usagi was so right.
Blinking Haruka couldn't believe herself. She looked from her sister to Usagi and felt like a fool. As much as she hated the hell out of Usagi, blamed Usagi for this entire thing, she still couldn't just believe how she literally wanted her sister to die. Haruka knew she couldn't save her sister by letting her get better lying down. This wasn't an illness; it was more and could mean Haruka being alone.
Nevertheless, there weren't any tears from Haruka but all from Usagi who covered her face under her sea of blond waves sobbing. Who was this girl? Haruka wondered. Someone to make me change and become so feeling with emotions.
"Okay let's take her," Haruka said back roughly trying to push aside those feelings she was just having. Those good faithful feelings. Feelings she had a long time ago before her parents and the streets deprived her from them. "But I want you and your brother to stay."
Usagi's wet face looked furiously at Haruka as she jerked her head up to the tall girl. "I WON'T stay," Usagi crossed. "I'm going to!"
Haruka sighed throwing her hands on her hips wondering why she didn't intimidate the girl. Why the girl wouldn't just listen? But as Haruka looked at the girl, she knew there was some kind of determined passion in her eyes that she just couldn't get behind. That she just couldn't find herself grasping and controlling it. Usagi wasn't like a "robot" she was something… different to Haruka.
"Fine, you're wearing a disguise. The boy stays. Too many of us would draw attention before we can even get my sister in the hospital. I'll be back with some for you and get some of my girls to help." Haruka turned.
"Haruka," Usagi said meekly. Haruka turned and Usagi forced a smile. "Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Haruka put off with a swish of her hand then headed out.
Usagi felt so much better now. Makoto could be saved.
E-MAIL: MoonTowel18@msn.com
TITLE: Papa-Kenji, Please No More
RATED: PG
NOTE: Chapter 2 of my latest fanfic next to Sailor Moon Core. Last chapter was what started it all. Shingo killin' is dad. Usagi being a madhouse. Okay we all know that story if we're reading this now. Thanks for the e-mails, didn't know I was suppose to get professional here and sorry for not following the "rule book." Oww, my tooth hurts and I got class in another hour and thirty minutes so before I run I'm gonna try to get a little done here. I'm sooooooo sleepy! Few days later Welll… apparently I'm too lazy to reread this only spell check it. Sorry. Music of choice: Christina Aguilera "Our Day Will Come."
DISCLAIMER: Sailor Moon 1992-2001. Naoko Takeuchi. Kondansha Ltd. And Toei Animation.
THANKS: Naoko
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Chapter 2
Snazzy, sharp, heart-stopping detective Mamoru stepped into the Tokyo City police station dark shades covering his almond sky-blue eyes, his shiny black hair loose and spiked up for the twenty-four year old man he was. Suit dark like the man in black he was despite the early summer heat making him look as cool and chilling, as ice down someone's bare smooth back. His shoes as shiny as dark diamonds and his fast as soothing as a baby's no matter the mansion of age.
The handsome detective kept his hands stuck in his pockets and looked over the entrance scene of the police station from the doorway and immediately felt like he was dropped home in a pile of his friends at the station. The new hardcore detective ready to jump on the ball and solve is latest obsession case.
"Detective Mamoru good morning," greeting the officer at the door.
Slipping off his shades catching a gleaming shine in his teeth, Mamoru smiled and nodded then with a grin continued toward his office. Detective Mamoru made his path, weaving and greeting his fellow co-workers at the precinct with hand waves and a mouth-dropping movie star smile and looks.
It wasn't until Mamoru moved toward the snack room when he noticed someone he'd forever loved to intertwine with. And there he was, another soothing piece of eye-candy. A blond about Mamoru's height and a month behind on a birthday dressed in brown as usual compensating toward Mamoru's usual black. The blond had his back turned to his Mamoru and didn't appear to give revenge toward turning following Mamoru's vibes. Early morning kinkiness split through Mamoru's heart as he tried softly to move in on his prey biting back a laugh but keeping it cool.
Mamoru got close enough and wrapped his large arms around the blond's waist startling the blond into nearly spill his tiny paper cup of coffee. The blond, Motoki, smiled and fell safely into the grasp given by Mamoru.
Mamoru rested his chin on Motoki's left shoulder and eyed Motoki with delight as he wrapped his arms deep around Motoki's waist as if never to let go.
"Morning kiddo," Mamoru said lowly in a soothing sexy voice deliberately rustling his breath against Motoki's bare sensitive neck.
"Morning," replied Motoki grinning and holding steadily onto his cup of coffee as Mamoru rubbed his hands over Motoki's hand holding the steaming brown liquidated cup indicating for the blond to sat down the coffee and "play" a little with Mamoru.
Mamoru was obviously juiced up upon contact with Motoki and Motoki like wise but always though it best to leave Mamoru begging playing hard to get.
"Missed you last night," Motoki smiled.
Mamoru closed his eyes deeply and began to rub his lips against Motoki's neck telling the blond that he was busy on the case and began pushing against him when-
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Mamoru opened his eyes half-angrily and started to release his love turning. Both men turned to find a beautiful familiar caramel skin woman leaning against the open door with her arms cross eyeing the two with a sneaky grin.
The woman was the same age and height as the men. Went through training with them, even high school. She had gleaming lavender/pink eyes and a wave of dark-forest green hair that swept out behind her like a capping mist. She was full of grace and mystery ever-wondering and stunningly exotic-looking. Tender to the eyes but hard against the body.
And so the exotic beautiful woman spoke in question. "So when are you two going to break up and let a girl come between?"
The men smiled.
"Morning Setsuna," Mamoru greeted his friend first ignoring the question at hand. Best friend at that was Setsuna to him.
"Morning," she waved a slight hand stepping into the snack room toward a box of donuts sprawling in their box all-open on a middle table. Her sugary pink nails snagged a glazed donut and delicately began to eat at the while the men watched.
Officer Setsuna. Father was a police officer. Mother was a police officer. A girl who had the looks of a model decided it was her duty to following into this strange and dangerous business for the love of helping others. Someone beyond vain and conceitedness.
Setsuna licked the sticky sweet sugar at her fingers then check her watch after the three discussed a little about what was going down today as she ate and she started charmingly for the door turning back smiling at the men. Her smile lowered when she suddenly snapped into seriousness looking at Mamoru explaining that the autopsy report had come in from the victim of the shooting yesterday.
Mamoru eyes sparked with interest.
"Here come on," Setsuna gestured with her head leading outside the snack room.
Mamoru started to follow, turned around and laced lips for a second with Motoki patting his neck then headed out following Setsuna. The two moseyed through the crowded station toward Mamoru's office carefully.
"We also got a full report out on the missing children," Setsuna informed. "It's going to be aired every few hours and in today's newspaper."
Mamoru nodded.
At Mamoru's private office Setsuna opened the door for him and he thanked her and the both led each other inside Setsuna closing the door behind him. Mamoru took a seat at his desk. His office. Small, cluttered, and smelled like coffee. Trashcan over flood with balled up papers, half wrap candy bars spewed everywhere. Just junk! Setsuna offered to help him clean it but Mamoru never saw it as being filthy in the first place.
Giving the office a disgusting look Setsuna forced her focus from the trifling area and back toward Mamoru and the report. On Mamoru's desk was a maroon folder. He opened it and began flying the images of the body and the information he was receiving from the papers in his head as Setsuna explained.
"Immediate one shoot at the heart," she spoke softly. "Kill instantly. Notice the bullet snapshot took there once it was removed from the heart of the victim." She reached over his desk and pointed toward the image Mamoru came across. It was a snapshot of a blood stained bullet paper clipped to a piece of paper which indicated all the guns that could apply themselves to totting this kind of bullet. "Not only that it seems like the victim had ejaculated only minutes after he was shot."
"You mean he was at the end of having sex?" Mamoru clarified.
"Umm… yes," Setsuna replied not the least bit bashful.
Mamoru "hmm" in his pondering world as he read the list of possible murder weapons. Setsuna looked at Mamoru as he read and while he wasn't watching her. She felt herself drawing in deeper to his attractive features. His gorgeous shiny black hair, his hard stern manly eyes, jealous completely but not insanely over Mamoru's love given to Motoki in such a romantic way.
He looks at me like a sister, Setsuna told herself upsettingly. I'm just his kid-sister and he never seems to realize how much I've always been so fond of him.
"Hmm?" Mamoru peeked his eyes up at Setsuna with one hand cupping his mouth. "What's the matter with you?"
Setsuna shook her head realizing she was gazing at Mamoru the entire time. She quickly replied nothing and felt it was time or her to leave embarrassed by her affectionate repulsion. Setsuna forced a smile and turned toward the door, she exited telling Mamoru good-bye. Setsuna paused outside the door of Mamoru's office leaning against it sighing. She wrapped her arms around herself and walked on toward her desk.
Back in the office Mamoru closed the folder and leaned back in his chair. He reached around his left drawer of his desk and pulled open the miniature filing cabinet… rifled through it and pulled out the snapshot of the girl he's looking for. The strange girl. A possible suspect… but a possible victim too. Which one!?
I have GOT to find her, Mamoru promised.
Usagi rubbed her worn puffy eyes and lowered the magazine she held up to her face. Her attention turned toward Shingo who was looking sadly at her. She rubbed his head ordering that he smile and continue to help her think up a plan to get them away safely.
The two runaway victims of domestic "breakdown" were standing before a newspaper stand reading magazines before they head off to find somewhere to stay. It was Usagi's insistence of course. She still wanted to read up on the little things and kept her face covered just to do that. Shingo on the other hand was restless and hungry. Both pretty much feeling sick.
"This doesn't have anything new in it," Usagi said dropping the magazine back where she'd got it on a stand. "Let's go."
And so the two set off. At least they thought some of their fear demised until they passed by a local electronics Shoppe and on the TVs put on window display caught Shingo's eyes in amazement.
"Usagi look!" Shingo cried pointing toward the screen.
Usagi couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was a picture of her with her hair up in buns and pigtails. A picture from like several months ago…a school picture.
Her eyes wide the blond walked over toward the window display drawn into it in amazement and fear pressing her warm hands against the glass feeling her body chill all over at the sight of her face on TV as a criminal. At least she figured criminal. It wasn't exactly posted there but never the less she was. She would have to take full responsibility for Shingo's actions. She would have to say it was her fault. She shot the bullet. She killed her father. But that just couldn't happen now. As reasonable as it was to go to the police and admit all that happened she couldn't. Usagi knew what happened to kids whose parents are dead or away or insane. Siblings would never sick together. They'd be placed in different homes and she couldn't bare to live without Shingo with her 100%.
The screen flashed away and there was Shingo's face. Usagi looked away wishing she could hear what was going on but at the same time was too afraid. She hastily took Shingo's hand ordering him to don't look up and pulled him on along side herself as she kept her head practically down. Hoping and wishing not to be recognized. Hoping with her hair down it could conceal her, cover her, blind peoples eyes to her usual satire.
I'm a criminal; Usagi's mind went about. A criminal menace too society.
Usagi knew she was taking it all wrong. Going out of proportion but… the idea was just too harsh on her.
The two strode through the streets looking slightly for a place that was isolated and available to stop by and grab something to eat. Her stomach was hurting with hunger and she could virtually feels Shingo doing the same through his pitiful looks.
A small voice could be heard behind Usagi but her mind and hearing was so far away to realize it was Shingo. Shingo struggling to break free and finally doing so having Usagi turn around fiercely in demand of wondering why he wasn't doing as she said. Her voice disappeared when she saw her brother gazing deeply at a poster posted near the Crown Arcade center. Usagi studied the picture and found a slight interest even, small enough for her to remain in realization that she and her brother were too endangered to really focus upon the image lying on the poster.
It was a familiar face. A tall sparkling blond teen idol that Shingo was in love with and Usagi likewise. Mina Spears. The all-American Teen Popstar. The image of the beautiful blond was among a splashed colored background filled with stars and hearts and in big bold blistering letters it read: "TEEN IDOL MEGASTAR MINA SPEARS WILL BE IN TOKYO FRIDAY TO PERFORM HER NUMBER ONE SINGLES "OOPS!… I SLAPPED MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN!" AND "I'M A CRIMINAL FOR YOU!" GET YOUR TICKETS AT THE LOCAL CIVICI CENTER OR A LOCAL OFFICEBOX! HURRY! DON'T MISS OUT ON THE GREATEST EVENT EVER IN TOKYO BEFORE THIS GODDESS OF VENUS LEAVES BACK TO AMERICA!"
Usagi felt sicken. Why couldn't her life be as glamorous and easy going as Mina Spears her favorite all time teen megastar. Usagi noted how much Mina Spears was so beautiful… like a goddess to the poor girl who felt "average."
"Who am I kidding?" Usagi questioned herself and couldn't bring herself to continue.
Shingo looked up at her sadly he wanted badly to go see the concert. Usagi told the boy to forget it and to follow her on their way.
Wait! Usagi's brain froze. She stopped and looked at the poster again… thought about her "impossible" idea and shook her head. It wouldn't happen. Usagi felt silly at her idea that somehow she could meet Mina Spears and ask her to take her and her brother to America with her.
Stupid idea Usagi! Usagi scowled herself. Don't be an idiot now when you're needed to focus.
"I'm hungry," Shingo admitted for about the ten-thousandth time.
Usagi couldn't find another round of protesting against her brother in her. It was about that time she'd felt the same strongly and was ready to end it.
The nearest fast food place was their destination still trying to remain unsuspicious keeping their heads low. Evidently this wasn't going to prove a good enough strategy.
Neither Usagi nor Shingo noticed when the manager came out, spotted the two and realized exactly who they were from the newspaper he read earlier that day. Usagi and Shingo were busily chewing into fries and hamburgers to notice the man step in closer and look deeper into the two faces then fly back into the kitchen into his office…
The tall chunky man lifted up his telephone standing jittery above his desk and fiercely punched in a round of numbers.
Then came an answer on the other end after what seemed like and minutes piled on minutes.
"Yes!" the man raised his head seriously. "I would like to be connected to the Tokyo Police Department."
"So do any of you know where your fellow pupil Usagi might have ran off too to hide or anything?" Mamoru asked tiredly looking at the crowd of ninth graders who sat silently before him as if never hearing a word he was speaking.
Minds all must be on summer secession break; Mamoru thought and lowered the picture of Usagi he held before her homeroom class.
Mamoru sighed despairingly dropping his head. "Thank you," he told the class and exited out head still low meeting up with Motoki who had his arms crossed watching from outside the room.
"Still not speaking?" Motoki inquired.
Mamoru nodded and folded the blown up picture of Usagi placing it into his jacket inside pocket. "Same ole, same ole. It's as if they're trying to protect the girl or something."
"Maybe," Motoki replied looking down the hall pass the obtrusive sunlight seeping through the unfiltered windows. A group of boys were down the hall playing around with each other. Motoki was thoughtless at that point and pretty tired of Mamoru's obsessed. Shaking him to come all the way down the junior high school this Usagi girl attended. Mamoru the detective… as usual taking care of business his way whenever however even though he was told to prepare to crash the case and hand it to another. Mamoru couldn't of course… this case was different. There was something odd about the girl he had to figure out and where'd his feelings about her.
Mamoru ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Motoki placed a hand on his shoulders. "Let's go get something to eat now," Motoki suggested just as Mamoru's cell phone shrieked out from buckled up at his hip.
Giving Mamoru a long drawing look and Mamoru giving him a shy smile, Motoki crossed his arms and took a few steps down the hall discouraged completely.
Mamoru answer the phone and was instantaneously caved in by Setsuna's excitement on the other end.
"Mamoru!" Setsuna cried breathlessly from the other end. "The girl! The girl and her brother have been spotted!"
Mamoru's eyes widen and a small smile crept across his face as he responded: "WHERE!?" loudly enough that it echoed through the hall.
And so… Setsuna gave the stunning detective directions.
Usagi rubbed her nose and looked from her straw up to the window on the left end of where her and Shingo sat at in their booth as she viewed a police car go whizzing by through the streets. Usagi shrugged and continued to drink at her milkshake until two more went whizzing by. She ignored it again… then stopped and looked closer to where they were heading with a start as she realized something HAD to be up and with her and her brother on the loose… could only mean…
Peering closer and closer Usagi saw clearly that straight down the street the three police cars… stopped as if… blocking off the street.
"Oh my god," Usagi hissed seeing all to well what was going on. The blond turned hastily toward her unnotified brother. "Shingo, it's time to dip!"
"Huh?" he looked up annoyed that she'd broken him from his strawberry milkshake.
"LET'S GO!" she shouted watching two police officers just heading toward the restaurant entrance.
Shingo and Usagi grabbed their book bags, swung them on and dashed off with Usagi guiding directions.
BACK EXIT! The girl's mind shouted. THROUGH THE KITCHEN!
Usagi and Shingo caught in an action filled panic shoot through the restaurant tossing over chairs and tables, as they pressed further for escape!
"RIGHT THERE!" cried a voice from behind Usagi who was behind Shingo for his protection but leading the way. "CATCH THEM!"
Shingo stopped at a door waiting only a second before Usagi came and threw the door open. The two stepped into the back area of the front registers a female cashier hollering in anger. Usagi and Shingo hit a sharp left toward the kitchen and were off leaving the several employees there lost in a fog of mystery as to what the hell was happening.
Usagi never felt so afraid in her life. Well… except for the incident that led to all this. The blond could practically feel the heat of the police officers behind her. Hoping she'd lost them somewhere in the mist of the uproar.
And there was the back exit. A large looming metal door caked with peeling yellow paint taking on as the backdrop of a group of large trash bins. Usagi and her brother were almost there!
Until…
"Stop right there you two!" a heavy-set man came stepping between the path of the two and the escape. The man held his hands out holding them away from their means of escape eyeing the two in antagonism. Shingo had rammed his poor little head into the overweight stomach of the man who happened to be the manager, who happened to be the one who got a hold of the police to move in and take the two frightened kids.
Usagi skidded to a halt with dread. Time was ticking! Her heart was jumping! She felt like she was going to go crazy.
Shingo felt the same and out of his feelings he lifted his right foot, slung it back and swung it into the groin of the manager who's eyes bulged as he bent over in stricken pain covering his "necessities." Usagi pushed him aside while he was distracted by his pain and pushed Shingo through.
Like caught in a maze the two went through the trash bins near they're size. With Shingo ahead Usagi used every bin she could to hold the upcoming officers off. Shingo hit the large door and struggled with the lock when it finally released and he went stumbling into a smelly back alley with his sister right behind who shut the door closed loudly and searched hysterically around for something to keep the door from opening from either side.
There! To the right. A dumpster!
Usagi ran to the side of the dumpster demanding Shingo help and the two worked together to wheel the dumpster before the door until they felt it was safely stuck in place. On the other side the officers could be heard banging against the heavy metal door in pursuit.
The two kids let loose the breath they were holding smiling at one another's' success. They'd made it.
That's right… for now…
"FREEZE!"
They turned and what appeared to be their only outlet into the streets on the left was a lining row of police officers Berettas at the teeth of firing.
"Damn!" Usagi spat roughly her nerves burning, her hatred for the police force growing. The hatred for her father growing along with it.
"PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND DROP TO YOUR KNEES!" demanded a guy in a trench coat with a megaphone in his possession and using it as he stood out from the other uniformed dressed policewomen and men who lined the alley's exit.
Before respond Usagi looked for a possible another way out. On the other end of the alley was a rickety wall like wooden fence. Her and her brother wouldn't be able to climb it before they'd be shot to death.
The two remained silent as the megaphone officer continued to order them to get to their knees.
They can't shoot us! Usagi's thoughts rang. We're just kids. But they will separate me from my brother if we give up. We can't give up.
As if some small prayer was answer there came a rumbling motor sound far behind the end of the alley behind the wooden fence…
All eyes rested mutely on the fence in anticipation of what was going on.
When-
VROOOMMMMMM-CRASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The fence shudder into splinters as a motorcycle came tearing down the alley and despite it's raging fire shooting speed, managed to stop roaring like a demon from hell right in the wake of a frightened Usagi and Shingo.
"Get on!" the familiar voice behind the helmet ordered from the two roughly. Usagi didn't think a second thought, she lifted up the extra helmet threw it on Shingo's head and tossed her brother on it where he was placed between Usagi and the stranger. Once on… the strange reared the motorcycle's engine over the megaphone guy's demands and turned the bike on it's rear wheel back toward the grand entrance it'd made.
Usagi nearly screamed, as she held on tight. Her arms wrapped around the strange cyclist where she could protect her brother and stay on for dear life. Nevertheless she actually felt at ease and safe.
"STOP YOURSELEVES RIGHT THERE!" ordered the trench-coat cop.
The cyclist team had him on ignore as they roared up with the drivers anxiousness.
Usagi constrict her eyes and gripped on tight feeling her nails bite into the stranger. She was scared but didn't care, this was her way out and she didn't want to die making it.
VROOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!
Usagi couldn't watch but felt them jerk forward riding wind cutting speed in the direction toward the police line. Trust, trust, trust, trust, was all Usagi could think of. Even thought she should know better than to trust anyone but her brother at this point in her life she felt like she had no other choice with the cyclist. It was to late to turn back, might as well trust the stranger to getting her and her brother out safely in whatever manner it would take.
As the motorcycle reared up it felt as if Usagi was going to slip off and crack her face, but the blond made sure nothing like that would happen.
So up they went onto one wheel toward the line of armed officers that rang out in horror as they fled from the path of the motorcycle that peeled pass them out of the alley and into the crowded street blockage. The motorcycle stung a right and roared down the street back on both wheels as a group of other cyclist came springing out into the streets gaining attention from all over. A gang of them… and Usagi hearing all so well opened her eyes to see them.
That's when the fire rang out.
Gunfire!
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Usagi prayed, bit her lip tight not to scream in fear. She could practically feel the bullets being fired burn pass her, cut into her hair. The girl found herself so luckily smart to place her brother between her bodies, but her back was so violable now. She just couldn't get shot.
All around Usagi looked only to find her world whizzing by her with glimpses of the simple things even… like color. An obvious girl cyclist was on the right riding in right next to the stranger carrying Usagi and her brother. Usagi watched her. Want to know who was it behind that helmet with that flowing black hair. The shocked callousness for danger. Risking so much… being so strong.
"HOLD ON!"
The blond's eyes widen too late to watch as the motorcycle she road copped right and toward the sidewalk and bystanders only to have it rear back up to one wheel and went riding up the bumpy path on the back of bumper, the rear window, and truck.
Up! Up! Up! The roof! Then the air wheels twirling in the space aimlessly with a VOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Oh my goddddddddd! Usagi's head screamed, as they were air born then-
BAM! Slammed the motorcycle onto the car roof ahead of the one that gave them their lift. Usagi had bitten her tongue in the entire process and decided once again that it was more important that she held on tight and kept her eyes closed as they began to do it again forwarding to get them faster through the streets.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The officers continued the chase the gang firing rounds after rounds of bullets. Usagi expected to get it but it seemed like it would never come. They just kept riding. On and on dangerously until she couldn't even barely think. To the point where she was just… along for the ride… no longer caring but trusting.
Then it crossed her. She still didn't know who saved her and where the hell she was taking her and her brother!
It wasn't until Usagi recognized they were getting closer to the bay area that they were starting to slow down until the motorcycle and gang of others stopped in a patch of trees that looked down over the sandy beach below.
Fearfully Usagi climbed off the motorcycle first helping her brother follow holding his hands tight moving away from the crowd and watching them at the same time as each other them dropped their helmets and Usagi gradually began to identify their faces. She held her brother tight both afraid as the gang of girls from the café revealed themselves behind each helmet along with three others. Then the final one held on her helmet. The one who saved Usagi and her brother?
The gloved hands reached for the helmet over her head and slowly… slowly… lifted…
"Makoto," Usagi's voice hissed lowly.
Makoto shook out her wavy brown hair, her face pale and sweaty, her eyes glassy and somnolent looking. Makoto managed to give Usagi and her brother a small smile before she fell over into the grass.
Determination drove Mamoru. The streets were too crowded and blocked to get his car through so he took it on foot. Panting in his astute black suit with his black tie flaring behind like a flag to Motoki who followed in full-blown running to keep up.
I got to make it! Mamoru cried out to himself in his head. I got to find that girl!
A block away was Setsuna in front of the restaurant with another speaking officer not paying attention but instead waiting and watching as Mamoru came up to her and almost fell against her in his frantic run. Motoki caught up seconds later.
Frowning Setsuna folded her arms. "You're too late," she said candidly.
Sweaty and fatigued Mamoru looked desperately at her wheezing.
"Damn," he cursed.
Usagi looked sadden at Makoto who laid quietly half sleep on the lower bunk of a small dimly lit boathouse room. The blond had her hands wrapped around herself, hair disheveled and sprawling everywhere in a mess. Next to her was Shingo resting his head on Usagi's left shoulder sleepily watching Makoto himself feeling sad. Makoto had been shot saving the two.
The gang of girls brought Usagi and Shingo to Makoto's sister's boathouse where she lived. It was small but enough for the two of them. The two sisters who were abandoned by their parents and driven to the streets for what seemed like eternity but was actually roughly three years ago. The boathouse originally belonged to their uncle, the same uncle that killed himself handing to the boat down to Haruka, Makoto's older sister. A strong willed nineteen year old who worked extremely hard to keep the only place the two sister could call home available to them.
Usagi shook her head aimlessly feeling sick. Feeling like just lately she was causing just too much trouble. The blond closed her eyes and bent forward on the stool she sat on cupping her palms over her eyes near tears but to tired to really cry.
One thing was sure was that Usagi couldn't understand why Makoto saved her. Why'd she suddenly appeared? How did she know Usagi and her brother would need her at that particular moment? Was there something spiritual about all this that happened?
Don't be stupid, Usagi pressed against ideas. She just happen to be by and noticed us in trouble and decided to do something about it.
Funny though… just earlier that day Makoto was the one who'd made Usagi fill up with guilty and become even more sicken at herself. No she was saving them and as much as Usagi felt angry with what happened earlier it was one thing that seems to just remain in the pass. Something she should forget about and worry about how well Makoto was going to hang up being shot. Apparently the firing of the police officers was from all angles and not a single one directed toward Usagi and her brother. Someone had to have made a precise hit to blow the bullet in Makoto's chest while they were scrapping up the streets.
"Usagi," a soft voice asked in the faint room.
Slowly Usagi looked up at Makoto and her more soften influence than the one horrible way she spoke to Usagi before.
"Y… yes," Usagi answered back tucking her loose hair behind her ears and taking Makoto's clammy sweaty hand. Makoto had opened her glasses eyes. Her chest rose quickly and lowered quickly over and over again as if… it was hard to breath. It made Usagi sick. She didn't want to see this, she didn't want any more deaths and she didn't want to start some kind of friendship where it would in so immediate in the poor girl's dying.
She couldn't look at the girl any longer. The girl with the long brown wavy hair who lay on her back on the bed all sweaty and hot and feeling suffocated…
Usagi threw down Makoto's hand and shoot up with a yelp of terror and began to pace over toward the door leading into the next room while holding back tears. She wanted so badly to just take Shingo and both of them, book the hell out of the boathouse and just leave far far away from Makoto. To just let Makoto die! DIE! DIE! DIE! Get it all over with and let the girl just die!
Usagi rubbed her hands through her hair, worried and confused about her feelings. Her feelings being so callous as to open a small friendship and close it so hurriedly so she wouldn't have to get attached or see someone else she cared about suddenly die. But she stopped, stopped pacing, stopped worrying and just looked at the wall on the right of the door leading into the other room. Just stared at the wall. She felt hot and flustered knowing all to well that she just COULDN'T leave this girl like this.
Usagi heard Shingo ask her something but ignored it and went bravely back to be besides Makoto who was smiling at her. Makoto made a joke about Usagi getting frantic over nothing cause she wasn't dead yet. Usagi couldn't find the simplest reason to even smile. One thing was sure was Usagi wanted to know why? Why had Makoto saved her and her brother and eventually risked her life for them? It didn't make any sense. How could someone so horrible to the blond change so fast? Usagi no doubt was afraid to ask; she kind of already knew why Makoto saved her. They were both lonely somehow. Girls who had to grow up too fast and weren't given the fair essentials it took to becoming a woman. Almost everything was made up to the two.
"Hey Usagi. About earlier this morning… I'm sorry," Makoto apologized. "It never occurred to me that you were so much like me. When I first got started. Me and my sister didn't have much either until we realized our uncle left us this damn rocky ass boathouse." Makoto closed her eyes fading a little with a long pause. Usagi still couldn't look at the dying girl; she tried to block out her desperate wheezing for air too which felt imprinted on her brain now.
All Usagi could say was: "You're forgiven. It's okay."
"How did you end up on the streets like this?" Makoto asked near a choke.
As much as Usagi didn't want to explain she did. Told Makoto the entire story with Shingo remaining silent but stirring at almost every word.
"That's pretty critical," Makoto joked dryly.
Usagi shrugged and rubbed her tired eyes.
Silence.
Then…
"Hey umm… Usagi," Makoto's weak voice came back up this time a little drearier behind her heavy breathing.
Usagi looked at the girl and literally saw Makoto giving whatever else was left from her. Usagi then realized she couldn't allow Haruka to ignore the fact that Makoto need a doctor. Usagi realized she couldn't just step down because this wasn't any of her business. IT WAS! And she opened her mouth to call for Haruka not permitting Makoto to speak another word.
"Harukaaaaaaaaaaa!" Usagi cried out in terror.
A tall, powerful looking young girl came stopping into the room her long tan-blond ponytail swishing around her like a snake. She looked panic- stricken from Usagi to Makoto asking what's the problem.
Usagi felt herself boil with anger as she shot up into Haruka's face. "What's the problem!? How can you ask that!? You're sister is dying and we need to get her to the hospital NOW!"
Haruka looked like she was near slapping Usagi, as much as Usagi felt inferior to Haruka she wasn't going to just let Haruka ignore everything and let her sister die. Usagi herself would gladly give her life to Shingo… but… she would never let herself slowly die where she could be helped, where she could live out more days with her brother, where she could contain to protect him and keep him from loneliness and more lost. Usagi just couldn't understand why Haruka wasn't doing ANYTHING!
"It's too risky!" spat Haruka with fire. "We're already in too much trouble to be running around the hospital where we could risk being caught- "
"SHUT UPPPPPPPP!" Usagi cut in screaming at the top of her lungs covering her ears from Haruka's careless babbling. Usagi threw her hands away from ears and began to cry looking desperately up at Haruka who looked down a little shocked at the crying girl. "Pleaseeeeeee Haruka! For her life! For YOUR life! Let's get her some help!"
And so… Usagi's dramatic but real, attitude clicked somewhere in Haruka and Haruka knew Usagi was so right.
Blinking Haruka couldn't believe herself. She looked from her sister to Usagi and felt like a fool. As much as she hated the hell out of Usagi, blamed Usagi for this entire thing, she still couldn't just believe how she literally wanted her sister to die. Haruka knew she couldn't save her sister by letting her get better lying down. This wasn't an illness; it was more and could mean Haruka being alone.
Nevertheless, there weren't any tears from Haruka but all from Usagi who covered her face under her sea of blond waves sobbing. Who was this girl? Haruka wondered. Someone to make me change and become so feeling with emotions.
"Okay let's take her," Haruka said back roughly trying to push aside those feelings she was just having. Those good faithful feelings. Feelings she had a long time ago before her parents and the streets deprived her from them. "But I want you and your brother to stay."
Usagi's wet face looked furiously at Haruka as she jerked her head up to the tall girl. "I WON'T stay," Usagi crossed. "I'm going to!"
Haruka sighed throwing her hands on her hips wondering why she didn't intimidate the girl. Why the girl wouldn't just listen? But as Haruka looked at the girl, she knew there was some kind of determined passion in her eyes that she just couldn't get behind. That she just couldn't find herself grasping and controlling it. Usagi wasn't like a "robot" she was something… different to Haruka.
"Fine, you're wearing a disguise. The boy stays. Too many of us would draw attention before we can even get my sister in the hospital. I'll be back with some for you and get some of my girls to help." Haruka turned.
"Haruka," Usagi said meekly. Haruka turned and Usagi forced a smile. "Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Haruka put off with a swish of her hand then headed out.
Usagi felt so much better now. Makoto could be saved.