NAME: Towel (Revised 1/7/02 – Original 11/4/01 – Complete 1/7/02)
E-MAIL: Moontowel18@msn.com
TITLE: Papa-Kenji… Please No More
RATING: PG-13
NOTE: Original: Okay right now I reallyyyyyyyy don't have anything to say but that Motoki killed himself because he felt he couldn't live with Mamoru nor Mamoru's one-night affair. As far as I'm concerned Motoki was plain out insane. He realized just at the last minute that there was a chance that he could live on with Mamoru or without. Too bad he didn't make it. Makoto gave up on the world in her coma, and she is dead too. Last chapter two people died. Motoki and Makoto. What's next? Who's next? Let's find out. Wow, I started this at the end of August and now it's November, November should be the conclusion month. Latest as of 2002: Wha-hoo, I go back to school tomorrow (uck). So anywayzzzzzzzz, I have this chapter and the next and this story is FINALLY complete, thank god yipeeeee-yipeeeeeee! No more stress and I can finally move on to the other stories I got planned. This is considered the rush chapter. Have you ever read a fanfic where like RIGHT before the conclusion things seem to happen all fast and you can like feel it in the story? Well this IS that so-called chapter. I figured after building up all that damn stress Usagi had to go through to developing her character as being insane it was time to ease things down for her and Mamoru and allow them to shoot through. So anyway, please enjoy and e-mail me what'cha thought.
DISCLAIMER: Sailor Moon 1992-2002. Naoko Takeuchi. Kondansha Ltd. And Toei Animation.
THANKS: Jazzy for keeping up with me for so long with this story, thanks Jazzy for all the cool e-mails. And of course Naoko.
~~~~~~~~~~Papa-Kenji… Please No More~~~~~~~~~~
CHAPTER 7
"Mamoru," Setsuna asked gently giving Mamoru's closed office door a small rap of her knuckles her right ear listening in as closely as she could into his office. She waited a counter. Mamoru had been in his office all morning with not a single peep. The whole office was concerned and even more concerned to find Motoki not making a single appearance. That's where Setsuna had stepped in. She figured first of all a fight between the two and nothing else except there was strangeness involved which lead her over and over again knocking on Mamoru's door to get some answers.
"Just leave him alone," a blundering officer suggested carrying a cup of coffee and a doughnut in hand as he walked pass Setsuna who was forcing herself to listen into Mamoru's office through the wood wall. She ignored the officer who'd moved on.
Setsuna decided to try again. "Mamoru it's me. Setsuna. Your best friend. Can we please talk?"
Silence.
Setsuna peeled her ear from off the door brushing back her bangs from her eyes reaching for the knob, she twisted and to knowledge it opened up. Setsuna's exotic lavender eyes gave the knob a sneering look unbelievable to herself for not trying in the first place.
First her head peeked inside hissing Mamoru's name and she spotted him. His head lying in his arms down on his desk. He didn't look up at her entrance therefore she pushed in further closing the door behind her hissing his name again.
"What do you want?" his muffled voice answered.
Setsuna looked around the room for a second to conjure up the right answer. An answer that wouldn't send emotional unstable Mamoru tossing her out the closed blind window. She found it quickly as she moved in closer to him eventually sating half her rear on a clearing on his desk. She looked at the closed off detective.
"I want to know what's going on," she answered with sternness in her sweet voice. "I want to know why you've been sating in here quiet all morning and Motoki hasn't shown up to work."
It seemed at the name "Motoki" Mamoru's wet sobbing face looked up in complete trepidation and inquiry. His whole reason for staying in his office was to avoid Motoki's appearance. He feared so much that Motoki would rub him off coldly and Mamoru didn't want to go through more of those feelings. Not like last night. To feel choked and deprived of a true love. It hurt, it hurt so damn badly for him.
But… Motoki having the nerve to skip work…? It sounded incoherent.
"Mo… Mo… Motoki's not here yet?" Mamoru stammered in his clogged sobbing throat reaching for a tissue on his desk to wipe his face.
Setsuna nodded, her dark green strands of loose hair traveling along her chest.
Mamoru blinked sating up in alarm almost. Sure he didn't want to see Motoki… well he DID but… when Motoki skipped worked, it just didn't compute.
Mamoru ran his hands over his warm face now dry of his tears. "Has he called in?"
Setsuna shook her head. "What's going on Mamoru? Where is Motoki and what's up with you?"
Mamoru stood shakeningly replying with a simple lying "nothing" and moved to open his blinds, which shot not a single ray of sunlight. Outside it was gray, and dark almost sickening for Mamoru to look at. A look that was cut short as Setsuna demanded to know what was going on again.
The dark haired man turned sharply folding his arms still unable to peer a smile at Setsuna's constant whining. Nor could he look directly at her as he spoke… and explained it all. The fight, how he stayed at Motoki's apartment door for as long as his body could make him, and how he went home and had a horrible dream. A dream where the world was purely split in half in one night.
"Oh, Mamoru," Setsuna cloyed smoothly standing before her near tears friend. She hugged Mamoru tightly and kept hold of him. "Don't you think it's time to be a little more aggressive with him then? How about I come with you?"
Mamoru pulled away shaking his head eyeing his shinny black shoes. "No way. He doesn't want to talk to me. What I did…" he trailed off turning back toward the window. Ashamed to tell Setsuna who didn't persist to know anymore. "It's just unforgivable," he put it.
Setsuna wasn't sure how to react but instead sighed and made a choice to call Motoki. While Mamoru was looking out at the dreary afternoon sky Setsuna sat at his desk and picked up the phone dialing in Motoki's number leaning comfortable in the soft chair. She stole a glance at Mamoru whose attention was still outside.
The phone rang, and rang, and rang, and rang when finally someone picked up.
"Motoki?" Setsuna asked as softly as she could find out just in a second it wasn't Motoki.
"Who's speaking?" asked the husky male voice on the other end.
Setsuna sat up in the chair her brows flurrying with question as to who the hell was picking up Motoki's line. She wasn't sure whether she should hang up and dial again or what but she absolutely didn't like what was going on. Even though the two were in a fight… Motoki having another man around so easily was just not him. Everybody knew that Motoki and Mamoru was MORE than just an item. They were like soul mates and Motoki was too gentle to find someone to rival that.
The voice asked again who was speaking.
Setsuna answered. "Trista," she lied. "May I speak to Motoki?"
"I'm afraid Motoki won't be able to answer the phone."
Setsuna took another startling glance toward Mamoru who was still watching the window. She wanted to alert him of this sudden new presence but not like this.
"Then where is he? I must talk to him," she insisted her adrenaline pumping as she was slowing drawing herself to a conclusion that something was wrong. Completely wrong.
There was a pause and finally…
"Motoki's dead. This is Officer Takahashi of the Tokyo Police Department. I would advise you to hang up and allow me to continue my-"
Setsuna almost dropped the phone, but stopped. She pretended as if she didn't hear that first statement. Instead she settled in recognizing who was on the other line after all.
"Officer Takahashi it's me Officer Meioh with the department," she swallowed.
"Oh, Meioh," the officer on the other end realized. "You shouldn't prank call a possible crime scene."
Setsuna was dumbfounded she couldn't think of anything else to say. All she could think of was getting down there to Motoki's apartment. She didn't dare dribbling in the idea of what Takahashi has pronounced twice. Death and a scene. Setsuna couldn't. She pretended, she pretended with all her damn hope and fears that it was all nothing. That Motoki was okay. That he was safe.
She knew better but she couldn't and wouldn't believe it. Not just yet.
The phone went dead before she could say anything else and for a few seconds her troubled body continued to hold on phone to her ear hearing the dial tone like a ringing of deadly ends to come.
She had to get down there NOW.
The phone dropped Setsuna hurried toward the door with Mamoru in frantic questioning. He followed her outside the office, to her desk where she grabbed her keys ignoring Mamoru who hopped around her like a manic trying to find out what she suddenly knew. He followed her outside to her issued car. And stopped her snatching the keys right from her hands.
Setsuna looked up angrily demanding Mamoru hand them to her.
"Not until you tell me what's going on!" his panic face screamed both outside the lot of the station among the dead sky.
Setsuna raked an annoyed hand through her hair. Annoyed and angry. The feelings she was receiving were filled with anger that she'd never felt before. It seemed like something was always there now plaguing her with darkness. Like in this world it never seemed to want to relieve itself away but stay huddled against her back. Mamoru wasn't making things any better. She didn't want him to know, not by her and not until she knew what was true. Another team of officers must have gotten a phone call by someone in Motoki's neighborhood apartment and without announcement went to investigate, a horrible way to find Motoki's…
Setsuna pinched her eyes closed tight trying not to cry. Trying to let anger take over instead of sadness. Trying to control everything. Everything but Mamoru. Mamoru who was inside the passenger side leaning over and starting the engine already shooting the door open for Setsuna. Setsuna almost shattered couldn't stand to look at Mamoru. His almost childish endeavor. She didn't want to be the one. She didn't want to be the one along Mamoru when it all came to truth. It felt like a burden to be allowed to show a loved one a gristly appearance of the death of someone significant in his or her life. She DIDN'T want to be the one!
"Damn you Mamoru just get the hell out the car!" she screamed, twirled over toward the passenger side and practically ripped the door off and began to pull and pull and pull at Mamoru to get out. Screaming losing control! Screaming for him to find somebody else! "Not me!" she hollered as she batted at him to get out of the car. "It's not going to be me Mamoru because I can't deal with it!"
"Deal with WHAT!?" Mamoru required struggling to keep her off him but refusing to remove himself from the car even though she pulled and skirmished with all her might. He'd never seem Setsuna so upset. It was unclear and unspeakable to him yet, it was happening right before him. That insane animal look she put forward in that one instant and he KNEW she learned something awful. To be driven to far to exploding, she knew something and all he could do was think the worst. The worst to such uncontrollable overdrive.
An overdrive that abruptly stopped leaving a beautiful ravaged Setsuna sating on the concrete of the parking lot wheezing. It was gone. The feeling had gone away. The demon.
Neither spoke. Setsuna stood, straightened herself together and climbed into the drivers seat. She turned to Mamoru and shook her head. "If you decide to end your life Mamoru I'll never forgive you because it would be my fault and I hope you burn in hell for it."
Mamoru was speechless but wondering sadly what was going on.
"Oh my god," Setsuna moaned as she realized closer and closer that it was all true along side Mamoru who sat in the passenger seat where she drove her issued car along the apartment complex in Motoki's neighborhood. Twirls of police sirens and lights lined all around the parking lot with a medical staff on the brink in rush. A too familiar scene to the two but this time… worst… a scene based upon their story.
Setsuna was calm. The ride was quiet.
Mamoru looked toward the complex as Setsuna swooped into a lot and dashed out fearing, his heart racing, his eyes already burning with tears. The terror, pushing in because all he could image was the worst. The bad.
"Motokiiiiiiii!" Mamoru hollered walking slowly at first that breaking out into a run hearing Setsuna call behind for him to stop. For him not to just run in like he was planning to do.
But he didn't listen and Setsuna gave up with a sigh, a tired one, leading to her rubbing her face as the place seemed to eddy with heat.
Setsuna stopped her worrying and ran her way through excusing herself through on-lookers gathering around. The slender woman squeezed through the building taking the stairs like a manic hopping until she reached Motoki's floor. Her pulse, her body all slowed down as the hallway came clear and there was Motoki's apartment door opened crowded with officers and snap shots blinking and someone's horrible animal like sobbing.
Setsuna knew it was Mamoru and Mamoru was somewhere amidst the team of officers who blocked the door asking for him to do something involving him to step back.
Her pulse racing Setsuna took a deep breath and began to move her way toward the door extremely slowly as if afraid to see what remained. What was there that could cause her emotions to shudder.
And what she saw once she got pass the officers was worth that shudder as the truth was revealed in that single instant.
At first all Setsuna could see was Mamoru his back toward her, but when she peered in closer she saw blood, blood everywhere and Mamoru sating in it with Motoki's terrorized head in his lap.
The blood, Setsuna's mind wrapped. All that blood. Blood. So much blood. Motoki's blood.
A sharp gasped escaped her lips and her hands threw against her mouth causing her to stumble into an officer who held onto her shoulders to balance the shaken woman. Setsuna didn't feel it; she felt numb and shook her head unbelievable to what she was seeing.
"Oh my god," she began to cry in realization. "Oh my god… Motoki…"
Setsuna started to cry and ever worst over Mamoru's constant bawling as he screamed and screamed and shook Motoki's body hard as if trying to wake him up. But Motoki wasn't going to awaken. He was dead. Mamoru still tried screaming at Motoki desperately while choking in his tears. It was so powerful to Setsuna and the other officers that it sent chills up their bodies to see this.
"Our dreams!" Mamoru cried holding onto Motoki's freezing body so tight. "What about our dreams!? You bastard I told you I was sorry!" Mamoru continued to cry over Motoki while Setsuna held her distance tears rolling down her hot cheeks.
Motoki was dead but how? What happened between him and Mamoru that led to this? Setsuna thought thinking back to how she didn't implore to figure out why the two had gotten into a fight in the first place. She didn't ask Mamoru back at the office and now she wished she did. Nevertheless, it didn't matter. No… it did. Whatever it was ended the life of a special friend of hers and Setsuna felt it was all Mamoru's fault. Mamoru's causing. He'd done something that hurt Motoki so much that Motoki decided to kill himself.
Hatred grew inside Setsuna for Mamoru. A small seed planted in the bowels of her emotions. And now if Mamoru was to kill himself it was her turn… her turn to die because she knew she wouldn't be able to deal with it.
"She's going to die," Setsuna and the others in the room could hear Mamoru cursing. Setsuna had turned away feeling sick and crying her hot tears out but listened. Listened to try to learn what had happened as Mamoru continued to curse someone as if no one was around. "I'll get her Motoki!" Mamoru cried. "I'll GET her for you!"
Who? Setsuna's mind wondered her tears now slowing down. Who is this girl that supposantly caused all this. Who is Mamoru cursing about?
It seemed like the scenario was going to last forever as Mamoru continued to cry and the day refused to stretch on for him.
Usagi lay settled in the taxi heading toward Mina Spears concert remembering everything that happened in the last night. Remembering and remembering and remembering. After all the hiding she was doing all morning it was now nightfall and time to get her plan on the road.
But still… Makoto was dead…
Usagi remembered.
After last night, running through the rain she ran to the boathouse after that feeling rushed through here. The feeling that Makoto was dead. She told Haruka and the two headed riskily to the hospital where they met Doctor Mizuno who revealed the truth. Haruka saw the body, Usagi refused.
Haruka came out crying, a little but in her usual sternway and completely went after Usagi before she could even look up.
Usagi wrenched in the cab as it hit a bump and her shoulder began to ache again. Ache where Haruka slammed her all over the hospital waiting room where they should have been trying to keep a low profile. Yelled at Usagi at how she was not only a burden but also a demon. A girl who knew the death with out of this world abilities. That hurt more than anything and Usagi fought back until Ami broke the two apart and pulled Usagi away.
Doctor Mizuno told Usagi that she should just leave with her plan and that her going to jail for a night because of the two was something Usagi shouldn't worry about.
Usagi could remember the entire conversation they had in Doctor Mizuno's office. That stale feeling surrounding everything. Doctor Mizuno standing so firmly at her desk while Usagi seeped deep into the cushioning of her guest seats.
Doctor Mizuno folded her arms looking at a shattered Usagi. "So you plan on leaving to America? Funny how you think that's such a grand explanation to your problems when you could run anywhere else in Japan besides Tokyo. Maybe even England."
"It's not like that," Usagi shook her tired head. She was so sleepy. "I have big dreams. I'm afraid I won't be able to gain them here while being so close to home. To… everything that has happened."
Doctor Mizuno nodded and sighed taking her seat. "I suppose. You have a lot going for you and even though I don't know you too well I know you have what it takes."
Usagi smiled finally able to crack one.
"Still it's extremely risky," Doctor Mizuno said darkly. "Too much is just going on right now. I don't know if you can handle dragging Shingo along like you do."
Usagi couldn't reply.
"It might seem radical but maybe you can pull it off. It seems to me you've pulled off so many things already. If you feel this is really important than I believe it is and I believe in you. I've always had an adventurous side and what lead to all this kind of seems in good reasoning." Doctor Mizuno picked up her desk phone. "A simple phone call would do."
Usagi looked at her reflection in the cab window as they took another corner through downtown Tokyo toward the civic center. She wanted to be excited about actually seeing Mina but was too anxious about her and Doctor Mizuno's plan. Doctor Mizuno provided Usagi with everything she needed to speak to Mina. Now it was up to Usagi. Up to her to put everything in the past behind and start moving on. Scuffled in her pockets were tickets. Usagi was ready.
A small glow of light was the only thing Mamoru had in his lonely room where he sat humped over Motoki's picture and the letter Motoki had written at his suicide. Over and over Mamoru's dark eyes scanned the letter leaching in everything it drew like a dark cloud soaking up the damn very sunlight like an abyss. His body shivering over with fear, regrets, and revenge in the sense of complete annihilation. He cried some all day. He threatened to kill himself some all day.
Then… it all just clicked to him.
Mamoru sprung up, grabbed the nearest gun he had out along with his car keys and started making tracks tucking the picture and letter of Motoki in his coat pocket.
"Whatever it takes," he mumbled to his own demons.
"Whatever it takes," Usagi told herself soothing out her clothes starting toward the crowd of adoring cheering fans wishing they were there to cheer for her. Outside the civic center was a crowd of girls and boys her age and more or less screaming like maniacs to get into the concert. It was absolutely crazy and absolutely exhilarating. Her first concert and this is how she went about getting it. Mina Spears' last night in Tokyo. She was scheduled to board her private jet this very night. The night Usagi planned on somehow managing to get aboard with Shingo.
Shingo…
The nearest payphone caught Usagi's attention and through it she contacted one of the girls at the boathouse cell phone as planned.
"Take him," Usagi hissed.
"Okay," the girl answered.
Usagi hung up the phone and looked at her watch. Twenty minutes before the concert starts. She had to hurry. No turning back. No thinking negatively. This was going to work.
Escaping her past. Her hell and starting a new grand future. No more Kenji who started it all, no more cops running to escape, no more Michiru and Hotaru, no more being a slave to Satan, no more Haruka and sadly no more Makoto. It was now just her and Shingo once again like the beginning ending it all together. Her and Shingo forever.
Usagi moved quietly and alone into the line planning to continue to put it all behind and enjoy herself this once. This night. To be normal again. And she smiled. She smiled so boldly and wildly in that line and pretty soon found herself cheering along with the crowd happy. Happy that it was finally going to be over. That there was hope at the end of her passive deadly walk on hell's bridges.
"WHERE IS SHE!?" Mamoru raged once more slamming Michiru's left cheek into one of the dressing room mirrors. The girl cried out in pain. Mamoru had her sea-green hair gripped tight in his hands and his other at her throat and he wasn't letting go. All the other girls exited the dressing room at Mamoru's demand leaving him along with a frightened Michiru, frightened and angry.
"I don't know… who you're talking about," she stammered trudging her neck to break free of his powerful hold.
"Don't make me ask again," Mamoru screamed, pulled her head back and slammed her cheek once again into the mirror cracking it and splitting a tilt of blood on Michiru who forced down a pitiful cry. "WHERE THE HELL IS SHE!?"
Michiru was too afraid to speak. She knew who he was talking about. Princess… Usagi, last time Michiru had heard Usagi had quit working and was heading toward some concert. She'd dropped what she was doing last night talking to Michiru about their dreams. Dropped what she was doing and ran claiming she'd felt as if someone had just died. Michiru knew about Usagi going to a concert but then everything seemed so surreal with Usagi. One minute their dreams the next minute a death. Michiru couldn't be sure and now, even worst, this cop barging into the dressing room pass security with his damn badge looking for Usagi only to find Michiru, the girl he'd spotted her with the night he brought Usagi home.
I told her! Michiru screamed in her aching head. I told Usagi he was bad news and now I'm sating here getting my ass kicked because of her. What did she do? What did she possibility do this time in her sad life to have brought this asshole in here to hurt me?
"I guess you have a hearing problem!" With that Mamoru jerked Michiru's head backward so hard letting loose that she swirled around on her heels spinning with a whimper slamming into the set of lockers on the other side of the room. The battered woman crumbled her hair a mess over her bleeding face.
Then she heard the click…
Too afraid to look up she focused on surviving this manic. He was crazy absolutely crazy and Michiru was so familiar with that sound. That click. She remember several nights, several nights when men weren't getting what they wanted out of her. Her full potential they'd get aggressive and that single click meant she had to do right by them or fulfill her destiny in death.
The cop had drew a gun on her.
She began to quiver.
Mamoru's stone steps went marching toward her, he threw back her disheveled hair and raised the Beretta against her face lifting up her quivering near- tears face. Michiru could feel it. The cold barrel of the Beretta pressed against her temple. She closed her eyes and somewhere beneath it all prayed he would go ahead and fire. End all her hell. But she wanted to live. She still had dreams and she refused to let him do anymore harm.
But now…
"Where… is… she…?" Mamoru pressed deeply, stingingly, delicately angrily in her face once again as if slowing it down for maybe the Beretta aimed at her brain could clear her memory.
Michiru really wasn't the type to squeal but this time. Usagi was on her own. Michiru wanted to live. Usagi had brought this manic to her and now she wanted to give him back to Usagi. I guess she meant she wanted Usagi to die because now. Now seemed like exactly what the plan was to happen.
But would he really shoot her if she declined to tell what she knows?
That look in his eyes told her the difference.
"Some…" she choked. "Something about a concert that she wanted to go to tonight. That's… that's all I know."
"Very good," Mamoru smiled darkly.
Just as Michiru felt some relief the man smashed the side of the Beretta against her head. Michiru deteriorated.
Usagi couldn't enjoy the concert too long. Before she knew it she was oozing her way backstage noticing the not so tight security. She had to make her way backstage while Mina Spears was performing. All the focus would be on Mina, not a girl snooping around backstage. Maybe because this was her final night in Japan the security wasn't so hot. Her final night ending in Tokyo.
Usagi made her way into a lower thin isolate corridor among the civic center. White plastered walls, shiny floor, plants and signs and equipment sat everywhere. She moved quietly through the area looking at every door for Mina Spears' dressing room. Where she planned on hiding no matter how insane it was.
Everything's been insane lately.
Usagi's one hope was that Mina Spears wouldn't freak out and have a cow. There just wasn't any room for that. Another hope actually was that Mina was more on Usagi's level. That she really wasn't a cold-hearted stuck up bitch.
Finally Usagi spotted the dressing room reading Mina's tag on front, she reached for the knob…
"MINA!" a voice rasped behind Usagi at the end of the corridor where she'd entered. She was too afraid to look her hand just above the doorknob.
Removing her frozen exterior a bit Usagi turned her eyes to the right to see a girl about her height with long black hair standing at the stairs with her hands on her hips and a frown on her face dressed in black.
"Mina!" the girl called again.
Mina? Usagi's mind wondered until it clicked. Oh. She thinks I'm Mina Spears.
Usagi couldn't help but to find pleasure in it with a smile. Soon enough her destiny was to be larger than Mina.
When the girl took charge it started to get more dangerous.
"Mina what's your problem?" the girl strongly asked grabbing a distressed Usagi's shoulders turning her to look face to face. The girl in black was surprisingly strong and held Usagi firmly. "You should be changing!" The girl in black looked down at Usagi's clothes and sneer. "We're not doing the slut dance until later now go change."
"Who… who are you?" Usagi asked stupidly knowing she was suppose to at least PRETEND she knew the girl to get by.
"You're bodyguard Rei remember," the dark haired girl opened up the dressing room throwing Usagi inside. "Now get dressed and stop being such a whiny-ass about what you have to wear. The intermission isn't going to last now get changed!"
BAM!
The door slammed in an uncollected Usagi's face.
Usagi blinked. "O-kayyyyyyyyy."
There came a scream and Usagi turned to find the true Mina Spears half naked looking at her like she was mad crazy.
"You nasty old whore you!" Mina yelled throwing a bottle of perfume at Usagi who grabbed it, took a sniff, sprayed herself then dropped the bottle. "Why are you here!? I'm not making any movies now and I told you not to follow me around anymore!"
"Huh?" Usagi tilted her head.
"You are my stunt devil right?" Mina asked slipping on her outfit to get back on stage quickly. "You little pervert!" Mina Spears stopped and looked at Usagi a little closer. "Wait… you really are a girl. My apologies."
"I need to talk to you," Usagi tried as Mina Spears moved around the room pulling herself together with earrings and jewelry. Usagi felt like she wasn't being heard but she kept trying. "I need to talk to you about your plane ride tonight. It's important that I-"
There was a knock at the door catching both girls attention. "You got two minutes to get on stage Mina!" a man hollered.
"I'm cominggggggggg!" Mina replied slipping into her heels.
Usagi shook her head. "I need a lift. Well me and my brother. We're your biggest fans and we need a ride back with you."
Usagi wanted to give up. The girl just didn't seem to be listening until she headed to the door, stopped, and looked at Usagi. "Write a letter," Mina Spears suggested. "Sat down and write a letter."
"Wha?" Usagi looked back at her as she exited the dressing room with a slam of the door. Her eyes feeling like mush rolling back in her head Usagi went to Mina Spears vanity spotting everything she needed and got to work. So far it wasn't going like she planned.
Well that's kinda it on that chapter. The next chapter is the final chapter. Will Usagi make it along with Shingo? What's going to happen? What's FINALLY going to happen? How is this all going to end? Find out… next week – errrrr – whenever I get finished. Cherry-bye for now.
E-MAIL: Moontowel18@msn.com
TITLE: Papa-Kenji… Please No More
RATING: PG-13
NOTE: Original: Okay right now I reallyyyyyyyy don't have anything to say but that Motoki killed himself because he felt he couldn't live with Mamoru nor Mamoru's one-night affair. As far as I'm concerned Motoki was plain out insane. He realized just at the last minute that there was a chance that he could live on with Mamoru or without. Too bad he didn't make it. Makoto gave up on the world in her coma, and she is dead too. Last chapter two people died. Motoki and Makoto. What's next? Who's next? Let's find out. Wow, I started this at the end of August and now it's November, November should be the conclusion month. Latest as of 2002: Wha-hoo, I go back to school tomorrow (uck). So anywayzzzzzzzz, I have this chapter and the next and this story is FINALLY complete, thank god yipeeeee-yipeeeeeee! No more stress and I can finally move on to the other stories I got planned. This is considered the rush chapter. Have you ever read a fanfic where like RIGHT before the conclusion things seem to happen all fast and you can like feel it in the story? Well this IS that so-called chapter. I figured after building up all that damn stress Usagi had to go through to developing her character as being insane it was time to ease things down for her and Mamoru and allow them to shoot through. So anyway, please enjoy and e-mail me what'cha thought.
DISCLAIMER: Sailor Moon 1992-2002. Naoko Takeuchi. Kondansha Ltd. And Toei Animation.
THANKS: Jazzy for keeping up with me for so long with this story, thanks Jazzy for all the cool e-mails. And of course Naoko.
~~~~~~~~~~Papa-Kenji… Please No More~~~~~~~~~~
CHAPTER 7
"Mamoru," Setsuna asked gently giving Mamoru's closed office door a small rap of her knuckles her right ear listening in as closely as she could into his office. She waited a counter. Mamoru had been in his office all morning with not a single peep. The whole office was concerned and even more concerned to find Motoki not making a single appearance. That's where Setsuna had stepped in. She figured first of all a fight between the two and nothing else except there was strangeness involved which lead her over and over again knocking on Mamoru's door to get some answers.
"Just leave him alone," a blundering officer suggested carrying a cup of coffee and a doughnut in hand as he walked pass Setsuna who was forcing herself to listen into Mamoru's office through the wood wall. She ignored the officer who'd moved on.
Setsuna decided to try again. "Mamoru it's me. Setsuna. Your best friend. Can we please talk?"
Silence.
Setsuna peeled her ear from off the door brushing back her bangs from her eyes reaching for the knob, she twisted and to knowledge it opened up. Setsuna's exotic lavender eyes gave the knob a sneering look unbelievable to herself for not trying in the first place.
First her head peeked inside hissing Mamoru's name and she spotted him. His head lying in his arms down on his desk. He didn't look up at her entrance therefore she pushed in further closing the door behind her hissing his name again.
"What do you want?" his muffled voice answered.
Setsuna looked around the room for a second to conjure up the right answer. An answer that wouldn't send emotional unstable Mamoru tossing her out the closed blind window. She found it quickly as she moved in closer to him eventually sating half her rear on a clearing on his desk. She looked at the closed off detective.
"I want to know what's going on," she answered with sternness in her sweet voice. "I want to know why you've been sating in here quiet all morning and Motoki hasn't shown up to work."
It seemed at the name "Motoki" Mamoru's wet sobbing face looked up in complete trepidation and inquiry. His whole reason for staying in his office was to avoid Motoki's appearance. He feared so much that Motoki would rub him off coldly and Mamoru didn't want to go through more of those feelings. Not like last night. To feel choked and deprived of a true love. It hurt, it hurt so damn badly for him.
But… Motoki having the nerve to skip work…? It sounded incoherent.
"Mo… Mo… Motoki's not here yet?" Mamoru stammered in his clogged sobbing throat reaching for a tissue on his desk to wipe his face.
Setsuna nodded, her dark green strands of loose hair traveling along her chest.
Mamoru blinked sating up in alarm almost. Sure he didn't want to see Motoki… well he DID but… when Motoki skipped worked, it just didn't compute.
Mamoru ran his hands over his warm face now dry of his tears. "Has he called in?"
Setsuna shook her head. "What's going on Mamoru? Where is Motoki and what's up with you?"
Mamoru stood shakeningly replying with a simple lying "nothing" and moved to open his blinds, which shot not a single ray of sunlight. Outside it was gray, and dark almost sickening for Mamoru to look at. A look that was cut short as Setsuna demanded to know what was going on again.
The dark haired man turned sharply folding his arms still unable to peer a smile at Setsuna's constant whining. Nor could he look directly at her as he spoke… and explained it all. The fight, how he stayed at Motoki's apartment door for as long as his body could make him, and how he went home and had a horrible dream. A dream where the world was purely split in half in one night.
"Oh, Mamoru," Setsuna cloyed smoothly standing before her near tears friend. She hugged Mamoru tightly and kept hold of him. "Don't you think it's time to be a little more aggressive with him then? How about I come with you?"
Mamoru pulled away shaking his head eyeing his shinny black shoes. "No way. He doesn't want to talk to me. What I did…" he trailed off turning back toward the window. Ashamed to tell Setsuna who didn't persist to know anymore. "It's just unforgivable," he put it.
Setsuna wasn't sure how to react but instead sighed and made a choice to call Motoki. While Mamoru was looking out at the dreary afternoon sky Setsuna sat at his desk and picked up the phone dialing in Motoki's number leaning comfortable in the soft chair. She stole a glance at Mamoru whose attention was still outside.
The phone rang, and rang, and rang, and rang when finally someone picked up.
"Motoki?" Setsuna asked as softly as she could find out just in a second it wasn't Motoki.
"Who's speaking?" asked the husky male voice on the other end.
Setsuna sat up in the chair her brows flurrying with question as to who the hell was picking up Motoki's line. She wasn't sure whether she should hang up and dial again or what but she absolutely didn't like what was going on. Even though the two were in a fight… Motoki having another man around so easily was just not him. Everybody knew that Motoki and Mamoru was MORE than just an item. They were like soul mates and Motoki was too gentle to find someone to rival that.
The voice asked again who was speaking.
Setsuna answered. "Trista," she lied. "May I speak to Motoki?"
"I'm afraid Motoki won't be able to answer the phone."
Setsuna took another startling glance toward Mamoru who was still watching the window. She wanted to alert him of this sudden new presence but not like this.
"Then where is he? I must talk to him," she insisted her adrenaline pumping as she was slowing drawing herself to a conclusion that something was wrong. Completely wrong.
There was a pause and finally…
"Motoki's dead. This is Officer Takahashi of the Tokyo Police Department. I would advise you to hang up and allow me to continue my-"
Setsuna almost dropped the phone, but stopped. She pretended as if she didn't hear that first statement. Instead she settled in recognizing who was on the other line after all.
"Officer Takahashi it's me Officer Meioh with the department," she swallowed.
"Oh, Meioh," the officer on the other end realized. "You shouldn't prank call a possible crime scene."
Setsuna was dumbfounded she couldn't think of anything else to say. All she could think of was getting down there to Motoki's apartment. She didn't dare dribbling in the idea of what Takahashi has pronounced twice. Death and a scene. Setsuna couldn't. She pretended, she pretended with all her damn hope and fears that it was all nothing. That Motoki was okay. That he was safe.
She knew better but she couldn't and wouldn't believe it. Not just yet.
The phone went dead before she could say anything else and for a few seconds her troubled body continued to hold on phone to her ear hearing the dial tone like a ringing of deadly ends to come.
She had to get down there NOW.
The phone dropped Setsuna hurried toward the door with Mamoru in frantic questioning. He followed her outside the office, to her desk where she grabbed her keys ignoring Mamoru who hopped around her like a manic trying to find out what she suddenly knew. He followed her outside to her issued car. And stopped her snatching the keys right from her hands.
Setsuna looked up angrily demanding Mamoru hand them to her.
"Not until you tell me what's going on!" his panic face screamed both outside the lot of the station among the dead sky.
Setsuna raked an annoyed hand through her hair. Annoyed and angry. The feelings she was receiving were filled with anger that she'd never felt before. It seemed like something was always there now plaguing her with darkness. Like in this world it never seemed to want to relieve itself away but stay huddled against her back. Mamoru wasn't making things any better. She didn't want him to know, not by her and not until she knew what was true. Another team of officers must have gotten a phone call by someone in Motoki's neighborhood apartment and without announcement went to investigate, a horrible way to find Motoki's…
Setsuna pinched her eyes closed tight trying not to cry. Trying to let anger take over instead of sadness. Trying to control everything. Everything but Mamoru. Mamoru who was inside the passenger side leaning over and starting the engine already shooting the door open for Setsuna. Setsuna almost shattered couldn't stand to look at Mamoru. His almost childish endeavor. She didn't want to be the one. She didn't want to be the one along Mamoru when it all came to truth. It felt like a burden to be allowed to show a loved one a gristly appearance of the death of someone significant in his or her life. She DIDN'T want to be the one!
"Damn you Mamoru just get the hell out the car!" she screamed, twirled over toward the passenger side and practically ripped the door off and began to pull and pull and pull at Mamoru to get out. Screaming losing control! Screaming for him to find somebody else! "Not me!" she hollered as she batted at him to get out of the car. "It's not going to be me Mamoru because I can't deal with it!"
"Deal with WHAT!?" Mamoru required struggling to keep her off him but refusing to remove himself from the car even though she pulled and skirmished with all her might. He'd never seem Setsuna so upset. It was unclear and unspeakable to him yet, it was happening right before him. That insane animal look she put forward in that one instant and he KNEW she learned something awful. To be driven to far to exploding, she knew something and all he could do was think the worst. The worst to such uncontrollable overdrive.
An overdrive that abruptly stopped leaving a beautiful ravaged Setsuna sating on the concrete of the parking lot wheezing. It was gone. The feeling had gone away. The demon.
Neither spoke. Setsuna stood, straightened herself together and climbed into the drivers seat. She turned to Mamoru and shook her head. "If you decide to end your life Mamoru I'll never forgive you because it would be my fault and I hope you burn in hell for it."
Mamoru was speechless but wondering sadly what was going on.
"Oh my god," Setsuna moaned as she realized closer and closer that it was all true along side Mamoru who sat in the passenger seat where she drove her issued car along the apartment complex in Motoki's neighborhood. Twirls of police sirens and lights lined all around the parking lot with a medical staff on the brink in rush. A too familiar scene to the two but this time… worst… a scene based upon their story.
Setsuna was calm. The ride was quiet.
Mamoru looked toward the complex as Setsuna swooped into a lot and dashed out fearing, his heart racing, his eyes already burning with tears. The terror, pushing in because all he could image was the worst. The bad.
"Motokiiiiiiii!" Mamoru hollered walking slowly at first that breaking out into a run hearing Setsuna call behind for him to stop. For him not to just run in like he was planning to do.
But he didn't listen and Setsuna gave up with a sigh, a tired one, leading to her rubbing her face as the place seemed to eddy with heat.
Setsuna stopped her worrying and ran her way through excusing herself through on-lookers gathering around. The slender woman squeezed through the building taking the stairs like a manic hopping until she reached Motoki's floor. Her pulse, her body all slowed down as the hallway came clear and there was Motoki's apartment door opened crowded with officers and snap shots blinking and someone's horrible animal like sobbing.
Setsuna knew it was Mamoru and Mamoru was somewhere amidst the team of officers who blocked the door asking for him to do something involving him to step back.
Her pulse racing Setsuna took a deep breath and began to move her way toward the door extremely slowly as if afraid to see what remained. What was there that could cause her emotions to shudder.
And what she saw once she got pass the officers was worth that shudder as the truth was revealed in that single instant.
At first all Setsuna could see was Mamoru his back toward her, but when she peered in closer she saw blood, blood everywhere and Mamoru sating in it with Motoki's terrorized head in his lap.
The blood, Setsuna's mind wrapped. All that blood. Blood. So much blood. Motoki's blood.
A sharp gasped escaped her lips and her hands threw against her mouth causing her to stumble into an officer who held onto her shoulders to balance the shaken woman. Setsuna didn't feel it; she felt numb and shook her head unbelievable to what she was seeing.
"Oh my god," she began to cry in realization. "Oh my god… Motoki…"
Setsuna started to cry and ever worst over Mamoru's constant bawling as he screamed and screamed and shook Motoki's body hard as if trying to wake him up. But Motoki wasn't going to awaken. He was dead. Mamoru still tried screaming at Motoki desperately while choking in his tears. It was so powerful to Setsuna and the other officers that it sent chills up their bodies to see this.
"Our dreams!" Mamoru cried holding onto Motoki's freezing body so tight. "What about our dreams!? You bastard I told you I was sorry!" Mamoru continued to cry over Motoki while Setsuna held her distance tears rolling down her hot cheeks.
Motoki was dead but how? What happened between him and Mamoru that led to this? Setsuna thought thinking back to how she didn't implore to figure out why the two had gotten into a fight in the first place. She didn't ask Mamoru back at the office and now she wished she did. Nevertheless, it didn't matter. No… it did. Whatever it was ended the life of a special friend of hers and Setsuna felt it was all Mamoru's fault. Mamoru's causing. He'd done something that hurt Motoki so much that Motoki decided to kill himself.
Hatred grew inside Setsuna for Mamoru. A small seed planted in the bowels of her emotions. And now if Mamoru was to kill himself it was her turn… her turn to die because she knew she wouldn't be able to deal with it.
"She's going to die," Setsuna and the others in the room could hear Mamoru cursing. Setsuna had turned away feeling sick and crying her hot tears out but listened. Listened to try to learn what had happened as Mamoru continued to curse someone as if no one was around. "I'll get her Motoki!" Mamoru cried. "I'll GET her for you!"
Who? Setsuna's mind wondered her tears now slowing down. Who is this girl that supposantly caused all this. Who is Mamoru cursing about?
It seemed like the scenario was going to last forever as Mamoru continued to cry and the day refused to stretch on for him.
Usagi lay settled in the taxi heading toward Mina Spears concert remembering everything that happened in the last night. Remembering and remembering and remembering. After all the hiding she was doing all morning it was now nightfall and time to get her plan on the road.
But still… Makoto was dead…
Usagi remembered.
After last night, running through the rain she ran to the boathouse after that feeling rushed through here. The feeling that Makoto was dead. She told Haruka and the two headed riskily to the hospital where they met Doctor Mizuno who revealed the truth. Haruka saw the body, Usagi refused.
Haruka came out crying, a little but in her usual sternway and completely went after Usagi before she could even look up.
Usagi wrenched in the cab as it hit a bump and her shoulder began to ache again. Ache where Haruka slammed her all over the hospital waiting room where they should have been trying to keep a low profile. Yelled at Usagi at how she was not only a burden but also a demon. A girl who knew the death with out of this world abilities. That hurt more than anything and Usagi fought back until Ami broke the two apart and pulled Usagi away.
Doctor Mizuno told Usagi that she should just leave with her plan and that her going to jail for a night because of the two was something Usagi shouldn't worry about.
Usagi could remember the entire conversation they had in Doctor Mizuno's office. That stale feeling surrounding everything. Doctor Mizuno standing so firmly at her desk while Usagi seeped deep into the cushioning of her guest seats.
Doctor Mizuno folded her arms looking at a shattered Usagi. "So you plan on leaving to America? Funny how you think that's such a grand explanation to your problems when you could run anywhere else in Japan besides Tokyo. Maybe even England."
"It's not like that," Usagi shook her tired head. She was so sleepy. "I have big dreams. I'm afraid I won't be able to gain them here while being so close to home. To… everything that has happened."
Doctor Mizuno nodded and sighed taking her seat. "I suppose. You have a lot going for you and even though I don't know you too well I know you have what it takes."
Usagi smiled finally able to crack one.
"Still it's extremely risky," Doctor Mizuno said darkly. "Too much is just going on right now. I don't know if you can handle dragging Shingo along like you do."
Usagi couldn't reply.
"It might seem radical but maybe you can pull it off. It seems to me you've pulled off so many things already. If you feel this is really important than I believe it is and I believe in you. I've always had an adventurous side and what lead to all this kind of seems in good reasoning." Doctor Mizuno picked up her desk phone. "A simple phone call would do."
Usagi looked at her reflection in the cab window as they took another corner through downtown Tokyo toward the civic center. She wanted to be excited about actually seeing Mina but was too anxious about her and Doctor Mizuno's plan. Doctor Mizuno provided Usagi with everything she needed to speak to Mina. Now it was up to Usagi. Up to her to put everything in the past behind and start moving on. Scuffled in her pockets were tickets. Usagi was ready.
A small glow of light was the only thing Mamoru had in his lonely room where he sat humped over Motoki's picture and the letter Motoki had written at his suicide. Over and over Mamoru's dark eyes scanned the letter leaching in everything it drew like a dark cloud soaking up the damn very sunlight like an abyss. His body shivering over with fear, regrets, and revenge in the sense of complete annihilation. He cried some all day. He threatened to kill himself some all day.
Then… it all just clicked to him.
Mamoru sprung up, grabbed the nearest gun he had out along with his car keys and started making tracks tucking the picture and letter of Motoki in his coat pocket.
"Whatever it takes," he mumbled to his own demons.
"Whatever it takes," Usagi told herself soothing out her clothes starting toward the crowd of adoring cheering fans wishing they were there to cheer for her. Outside the civic center was a crowd of girls and boys her age and more or less screaming like maniacs to get into the concert. It was absolutely crazy and absolutely exhilarating. Her first concert and this is how she went about getting it. Mina Spears' last night in Tokyo. She was scheduled to board her private jet this very night. The night Usagi planned on somehow managing to get aboard with Shingo.
Shingo…
The nearest payphone caught Usagi's attention and through it she contacted one of the girls at the boathouse cell phone as planned.
"Take him," Usagi hissed.
"Okay," the girl answered.
Usagi hung up the phone and looked at her watch. Twenty minutes before the concert starts. She had to hurry. No turning back. No thinking negatively. This was going to work.
Escaping her past. Her hell and starting a new grand future. No more Kenji who started it all, no more cops running to escape, no more Michiru and Hotaru, no more being a slave to Satan, no more Haruka and sadly no more Makoto. It was now just her and Shingo once again like the beginning ending it all together. Her and Shingo forever.
Usagi moved quietly and alone into the line planning to continue to put it all behind and enjoy herself this once. This night. To be normal again. And she smiled. She smiled so boldly and wildly in that line and pretty soon found herself cheering along with the crowd happy. Happy that it was finally going to be over. That there was hope at the end of her passive deadly walk on hell's bridges.
"WHERE IS SHE!?" Mamoru raged once more slamming Michiru's left cheek into one of the dressing room mirrors. The girl cried out in pain. Mamoru had her sea-green hair gripped tight in his hands and his other at her throat and he wasn't letting go. All the other girls exited the dressing room at Mamoru's demand leaving him along with a frightened Michiru, frightened and angry.
"I don't know… who you're talking about," she stammered trudging her neck to break free of his powerful hold.
"Don't make me ask again," Mamoru screamed, pulled her head back and slammed her cheek once again into the mirror cracking it and splitting a tilt of blood on Michiru who forced down a pitiful cry. "WHERE THE HELL IS SHE!?"
Michiru was too afraid to speak. She knew who he was talking about. Princess… Usagi, last time Michiru had heard Usagi had quit working and was heading toward some concert. She'd dropped what she was doing last night talking to Michiru about their dreams. Dropped what she was doing and ran claiming she'd felt as if someone had just died. Michiru knew about Usagi going to a concert but then everything seemed so surreal with Usagi. One minute their dreams the next minute a death. Michiru couldn't be sure and now, even worst, this cop barging into the dressing room pass security with his damn badge looking for Usagi only to find Michiru, the girl he'd spotted her with the night he brought Usagi home.
I told her! Michiru screamed in her aching head. I told Usagi he was bad news and now I'm sating here getting my ass kicked because of her. What did she do? What did she possibility do this time in her sad life to have brought this asshole in here to hurt me?
"I guess you have a hearing problem!" With that Mamoru jerked Michiru's head backward so hard letting loose that she swirled around on her heels spinning with a whimper slamming into the set of lockers on the other side of the room. The battered woman crumbled her hair a mess over her bleeding face.
Then she heard the click…
Too afraid to look up she focused on surviving this manic. He was crazy absolutely crazy and Michiru was so familiar with that sound. That click. She remember several nights, several nights when men weren't getting what they wanted out of her. Her full potential they'd get aggressive and that single click meant she had to do right by them or fulfill her destiny in death.
The cop had drew a gun on her.
She began to quiver.
Mamoru's stone steps went marching toward her, he threw back her disheveled hair and raised the Beretta against her face lifting up her quivering near- tears face. Michiru could feel it. The cold barrel of the Beretta pressed against her temple. She closed her eyes and somewhere beneath it all prayed he would go ahead and fire. End all her hell. But she wanted to live. She still had dreams and she refused to let him do anymore harm.
But now…
"Where… is… she…?" Mamoru pressed deeply, stingingly, delicately angrily in her face once again as if slowing it down for maybe the Beretta aimed at her brain could clear her memory.
Michiru really wasn't the type to squeal but this time. Usagi was on her own. Michiru wanted to live. Usagi had brought this manic to her and now she wanted to give him back to Usagi. I guess she meant she wanted Usagi to die because now. Now seemed like exactly what the plan was to happen.
But would he really shoot her if she declined to tell what she knows?
That look in his eyes told her the difference.
"Some…" she choked. "Something about a concert that she wanted to go to tonight. That's… that's all I know."
"Very good," Mamoru smiled darkly.
Just as Michiru felt some relief the man smashed the side of the Beretta against her head. Michiru deteriorated.
Usagi couldn't enjoy the concert too long. Before she knew it she was oozing her way backstage noticing the not so tight security. She had to make her way backstage while Mina Spears was performing. All the focus would be on Mina, not a girl snooping around backstage. Maybe because this was her final night in Japan the security wasn't so hot. Her final night ending in Tokyo.
Usagi made her way into a lower thin isolate corridor among the civic center. White plastered walls, shiny floor, plants and signs and equipment sat everywhere. She moved quietly through the area looking at every door for Mina Spears' dressing room. Where she planned on hiding no matter how insane it was.
Everything's been insane lately.
Usagi's one hope was that Mina Spears wouldn't freak out and have a cow. There just wasn't any room for that. Another hope actually was that Mina was more on Usagi's level. That she really wasn't a cold-hearted stuck up bitch.
Finally Usagi spotted the dressing room reading Mina's tag on front, she reached for the knob…
"MINA!" a voice rasped behind Usagi at the end of the corridor where she'd entered. She was too afraid to look her hand just above the doorknob.
Removing her frozen exterior a bit Usagi turned her eyes to the right to see a girl about her height with long black hair standing at the stairs with her hands on her hips and a frown on her face dressed in black.
"Mina!" the girl called again.
Mina? Usagi's mind wondered until it clicked. Oh. She thinks I'm Mina Spears.
Usagi couldn't help but to find pleasure in it with a smile. Soon enough her destiny was to be larger than Mina.
When the girl took charge it started to get more dangerous.
"Mina what's your problem?" the girl strongly asked grabbing a distressed Usagi's shoulders turning her to look face to face. The girl in black was surprisingly strong and held Usagi firmly. "You should be changing!" The girl in black looked down at Usagi's clothes and sneer. "We're not doing the slut dance until later now go change."
"Who… who are you?" Usagi asked stupidly knowing she was suppose to at least PRETEND she knew the girl to get by.
"You're bodyguard Rei remember," the dark haired girl opened up the dressing room throwing Usagi inside. "Now get dressed and stop being such a whiny-ass about what you have to wear. The intermission isn't going to last now get changed!"
BAM!
The door slammed in an uncollected Usagi's face.
Usagi blinked. "O-kayyyyyyyyy."
There came a scream and Usagi turned to find the true Mina Spears half naked looking at her like she was mad crazy.
"You nasty old whore you!" Mina yelled throwing a bottle of perfume at Usagi who grabbed it, took a sniff, sprayed herself then dropped the bottle. "Why are you here!? I'm not making any movies now and I told you not to follow me around anymore!"
"Huh?" Usagi tilted her head.
"You are my stunt devil right?" Mina asked slipping on her outfit to get back on stage quickly. "You little pervert!" Mina Spears stopped and looked at Usagi a little closer. "Wait… you really are a girl. My apologies."
"I need to talk to you," Usagi tried as Mina Spears moved around the room pulling herself together with earrings and jewelry. Usagi felt like she wasn't being heard but she kept trying. "I need to talk to you about your plane ride tonight. It's important that I-"
There was a knock at the door catching both girls attention. "You got two minutes to get on stage Mina!" a man hollered.
"I'm cominggggggggg!" Mina replied slipping into her heels.
Usagi shook her head. "I need a lift. Well me and my brother. We're your biggest fans and we need a ride back with you."
Usagi wanted to give up. The girl just didn't seem to be listening until she headed to the door, stopped, and looked at Usagi. "Write a letter," Mina Spears suggested. "Sat down and write a letter."
"Wha?" Usagi looked back at her as she exited the dressing room with a slam of the door. Her eyes feeling like mush rolling back in her head Usagi went to Mina Spears vanity spotting everything she needed and got to work. So far it wasn't going like she planned.
Well that's kinda it on that chapter. The next chapter is the final chapter. Will Usagi make it along with Shingo? What's going to happen? What's FINALLY going to happen? How is this all going to end? Find out… next week – errrrr – whenever I get finished. Cherry-bye for now.