Another Twisted Story
Note: All right, this is a spur of the moment fic, I wrote a lemon not too long ago to improve my lemon-writing skills and decided to write a fic to go along with it. Of course I'll post the lemon here as well, I'm not sure when though *shrugs* Anyway, I just kinda sat down and started writing. Please review or email me at [1]pokahydee@hotmail.com it doesn't seem like many ppl really care bout my writing anymore so I may decide to completely disappear with the exception of a few close friends that have been with me since the beginning. I hate to punish ppl, but I really don't have the heart to write anymore since it doesn't seem like anyone even cares.
P.S. the Prologue is the lemon "Just Another Lemon" you don't HAVE to read it for a vital part of the plot, just know that something along those lines happened between Usagi and Yohji
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Wei so dun sue me. You won't get much, trust me. The characters do not belong to me but the plot and story does so steal that and I will PERSONALLY see that you are hunted down and tortured to the full extent of the law (and somewhat surpassing the law since you won't be able to walk anymore).
Thoughts are italicized
Dream Sequences are italicized (thoughts in dreams aren't)
**** Change of scene, time, etc...
Chapter 1 - Unexplainable Feelings
Usagi awoke lying in a strange bed. Only when she found herself lying alone, the shades closed, and naked did she remember the night before. Yohji had left before the first light; she vaguely remembered his leaving. She wouldn't see him again and if she did, he would not mention what had happened between them. He would treat her as a child again and would partially avoid her to flirt with women more his own age. She knew if anyone found out, he would be thrown in jail in an instant because of the fact she was still a minor. She sighed to herself and her eyes were sad. If Mamoru ever found out about this, he would go after Yohji for sure. She had to protect him from that, and not a soul was to find out about the night they had spent together. She needed a good lie to tell people. Why hadn't she been home last night? Why wasn't she in school the next day? She'd never even thought of that when she left on her date with Yohji.
She climbed out of bed and quickly dressed herself, standing in front of the mirror long enough to let loose her long flowing locks of golden hair from the familiar odangos that were nearly falling out anyway. She tried to smooth out the wrinkles and headed for the door when she noticed a few crumpled up bills on an empty pack of cigarettes. On the package there was scrawled a short message.
`Sorry to leave you like this but we both know it is for the best.'
Usagi read the beginning and nodded her head, knowing that this was a secret that could be found out by no one and must never be spoken of to anyone.
`I left some money for a cab ride. I'm sure you can think of something to tell everyone because you were missing. I will not forget this night for all the world and just know that I'm sorry it had to end like this.'
Usagi felt something pulling at her heart as she read the last line. It was something she wouldn't forget no matter how many years had passed.
`I love you,
Yohji'
She felt a tear come to her eye and quickly stuffed the note into her pocket, wiping the tear away as she pushed the door behind her.
****
"Where's Usagi today?" Omi asked as he came into the classroom sitting beside Minako.
"I don't know, her okaasan called last night and said that she wasn't home. She wanted to know if I'd seen her." Minako explained, a puzzled look on her face.
"Strange..." Omi said as he turned toward the front board.
"Everyone quiet!" The teacher nearly shouted over the many voices that filled the room.
"No one wants to listen to you, ya old hag," A boy in the back of the classroom spat as he waved a hand in her direction. "Why don't you retire already."
"That's it! Go out into the hallway right now!" She snapped, pointing toward the door. He shrugged his shoulders and did as she said.
"Now, does anyone else have anything to say?" She demanded, her face turning red. "It's time to take roll!" She announced as she picked up her clipboard. Omi put his head in his hands as the teacher droned on and nearly missed when his name was called.
He couldn't help but think of Usagi. He couldn't explain it, but he felt drawn to her for some reason. She was just so, fun loving and carefree. He wished he could be that way, but no, he had priorities to deal with. Being an assassin lead to a very dull social life for him. While other teenagers were having parties and going to the movies, he was out killing people that were evil in their hearts. He wished he could be able to do the things a normal teenager did, but he couldn't give up his job, not yet anyway. There was still much evil in the world and little to stop it. It was his job... no, his duty to protect the innocent lives which included Usagi.
He knew Usagi had a boy friend, though he was much older than she was. He felt a little jealous when he watched her latch onto his arm after school when he picked her up in his fancy car. He couldn't explain the way he felt really; she was just so... different than other girls around there were. He sighed heavily as he lay his head on the desk. He hoped she was all right.
****
"Tsukino Usagi!! Where were you!?!? We were worried sick!! We called everyone looking for you but no one had seen you!" Ikuko nearly shouted in worry as Usagi came through the door. Her worry quickly gave way to anger at her daughter's not checking in to let them know what was going on. "What were you thinking staying out all night and leaving your family home to worry about you?!?" Ikuko demanded with her hands on her hips as she continued to scold Usagi. Usagi gave no reason for her absence, just made her way up the stairs to her room. She walked into her room, locking the door behind her and flopped down on her bed, turning some music up loud enough to effectively drown out her mother's scolding.
Usagi wasn't in the mood to be lectured again. She would think up an excuse to tell them, she just wasn't really in the mood to hear her mother yell at her again. She would wait for a little while in her room, at least until her parents had cooled down a little.
She couldn't forget everything that had happened the previous night and turned over onto her back to stare at the ceiling. She remembered every detail, the scent of his body, the tone of his muscles, the gentle yet firm grip he used with her. She thought she was falling in love with him but she couldn't allow it. She was crazy about Mamoru. She didn't know what drew her to the man, but she couldn't stay away from him. What surprised her most was that he returned her feelings, a college student shared the same feelings as her.
"Mamo-chan..." She whispered as she stared up at the white ceiling. It was strange, as she thought of Mamoru, she pictured honey-tan hair and deep piercing green eyes. She saw the tall lanky form of Yohji and not of Mamoru. "Yohji-kun..." She whispered as she felt the tears fill her eyes. She rolled over onto her stomach and let the tears flow freely, soaking the soft blankets that had little pink rabbits covering them.
****
Omi was walking down the street, his head down and his eyes sad. He had so many thoughts running through his mind at the moment, he let out a heavy sigh and picked his head up so he could see the cloudless sky. Such a beautiful day and yet he felt completely depressed and stressed out. He nearly fell over after stubbing his toe against a crack in the sidewalk. A boy from school had been passing by at the same moment and Omi stumbled forward, knocking something from the boy's hand.
"Gomen nasai." Omi said apologetically as he reached to pick it up. He gasped when he saw it was a small handgun.
"Give that to me." He said in a monotone voice as he held out his hand. Omi stared at him for a minute before handing the item to him. The boy said nothing else, just kept walking down the sidewalk. Omi had recognized him from his school but he wasn't sure of the name. Did it start with an N? Or was he someone entirely different? It disturbed him greatly as he continued his walk toward the flower shop. Why would someone his age have a gun? Omi was not really one to talk; he had his crossbow and darts. But still, it was broad daylight and he was carrying that weapon. "What is this city coming to?" He mused to himself as he walked through the door to the flower shop. As usual, it was already filled with giggling schoolgirls that had just gotten out of school.
"Hurry Omi-kun, we've got a big crowd today." Ken said as Omi came into the shop. Omi hurriedly pulled on his apron and rushed over to the cash register to see if any of them were actually going to buy something today. Of course, Aya's timing was perfect.
"If you're not buying anything leave!" He had to shout to be heard over the loud giggles and chattering that filled the store. Omi glanced over at Ken, who was arranging some flowers into a dainty vase.
"Where's Yohji-kun?" Omi asked, his eyes serious as he leaned over next to Ken.
"He's said he wasn't feeling well." Ken told Omi as he put the finishing touches on his masterpiece. He handed the vase to an older woman and went on busily with his work.
"Has Tsukino-san stopped in today?" Omi asked as he went busily around doing his work.
"Iie, I haven't seen her all day." Ken called back as he hit a few buttons on the cash register. In about a half and hour, the crowds would thin and they'd actually have a little room to breathe. That's when most of the High School and Middle School age girls went out to the malls or movie theaters and such. But not Omi, no... he was either working in the flower shop or he was out on a mission. He sighed heavily and finished arranging the pots on the shelf, his mind deep in his own thoughts as he drowned out everything around him.
"What's wrong with you Omi-kun?" Ken asked as he walked back in Omi's direction.
"Huh?" Omi asked, his mind resurfacing as he heard Ken's familiar voice. "Oh... nothing... just thinking about something." Omi said again, looking away. Ken smiled faintly as he picked up on what Omi was thinking, which was strange for the naïve Siberian.
"You like her ne?" Ken asked, elbowing Omi lightly.
"N... nani?" Omi asked, his face turning red as he thought about it for a minute. "Iie... she just wasn't in school so I... umm... I wanted to know if she was all right."
"Why don't you ask her." Ken asked as he motioned toward the somber blond that was walking toward the shop. Her eyes were cast to the ground as she made her way toward the shop. She was wearing a long white skirt that went to the ground and a matching tank top with laces sleeves that went down to her elbows. She was clutching something that looked like a jacket against her chest as she walked, not even noticing what was surrounding her.
"Ohayo Usagi-san." Omi said cheerfully as the blond approached the doorway. She didn't seem to notice at first and just kept walking. "Usagi-san?" He questioned again. She heard him this time and looked up to meet his gaze.
"Gomen nasai Omi-kun." She said, forcing a smile on her face as she walked back toward him. "I was thinking about something and didn't even hear you."
"O genki desu ka?" Omi asked as his eyes narrowed in worry.
"Hai, daijoubu. I just have a lot on my mind Omi-kun, gomen." Usagi responded, widening her smile.
"The teacher asked me to bring you your schoolwork. I have it upstairs if you want it." Omi said as he headed into the store with Usagi following him.
"Arigato." Usagi said as she followed him into the store and toward one of the doors into an apartment of sorts. She followed him up the stairs with her eyes on the floor. She really didn't expect to see Yohji again but she really wanted to. She missed him already but she was crazy about Mamoru. She couldn't decide which one she loved more.
Omi stopped in front of a door and pushed it open, walking in. Usagi followed her, her cheeks slightly pink as she saw his room. It was the typical teenage boy's room except it was kind of bare compared to the stereotype of a teenager's room. Usagi couldn't really talk though; her room was pink and covered in little rabbits. He stooped down by a book bag and pulled out a book, handing it to her. She took the book and flipped through the pages that were stuck inside of it. It's not like she was actually going to do her schoolwork. What was the point?
"Doomo arigato, Omi-kun." She said quietly as she bowed. His eyes held a worried look once again at the quietness of her voice and the depressed air that surrounded her. She said that she was all right, but he could see right through that. There was something seriously wrong that she didn't want to talk about.
"Usagi-san, if there's anything you need to talk about-" Omi started but was cut off as a smile appeared on her face and she spoke.
"I'm fine Omi-kun, honestly." She said, trying to make the smile genuine. "I'm just a little tired and a little stressed out about school. I don't know if I'm going to pass 3^rd year High School." She said, lying as she blocked out what was truly bothering her.
"All right, Usagi-san. Demo, the offer is always open." He continued as he started to lead her back down the stairs to the store.
"Arigato, Omi-kun, that really means a lot to me. I may have to take you up on that offer some time." Usagi continued as she kept the smile on her face.
"Also, if you need any help with school work, I'd be more than happy." Omi continued as they walked into the store.
"Schoolwork?" Usagi asked, a sweatdrop appearing on the back of her head. Everyone knew that Omi was really smart and everything but she wasn't sure if she could keep up with him. He was on a much higher level than she was; it was amazing that he had been thrown in her class. He was one of the smarter ones and was thrown in one of the lower level classes. He should have been right up there with Mizuno Ami.
"Hai, if you need any help, that is." Omi continued, blushing slightly as he looked down at his feet.
"All right Omi-kun, arigato." She said as she hugged him. She kissed him on the cheek and headed for the door to the flower shop, missing Omi's flaming red cheeks. She turned back and waved at the door. "Ja ne, Omi-kun!" She called back over the clatter and clamor of girls.
"Ja ne!" He called back, waving to the blond. He turned away from her and a smile broke out across his face and he floated through the rest of the evening.
****
Yohji was lying on his bed; a cigarette in his hand that was all but gone and he'd only taken one puff off of it. He just couldn't get the picture of Usagi out of his head. He was a playboy, yes; he shouldn't let leaving her affect him. He was like that with all of the women he dated with the exception of one... Asuka... she'd been the only woman he'd actually loved deeply like that. He remembered her silky hair and her creamy white skin that was like undisrupted silk. Usagi was the same way; she was beautiful in every way. Sure, she still acted like a child and wore her hair in that ridiculous style, but her body was that of a woman. She was young and vibrant and a person that he could spoil in every way possible. He just needed someone to devote his attention to; the killing was really starting to get to him. He thought he was starting to go crazy as the killing only continued.
He heard her voice faintly wafting in through the cracked door and imaged that she was coming to visit him. It was only a dream, he knew, she would have no reason to come there. Besides, if he saw her again, he didn't know what he'd do. He knew that it was for the best that he stays away from her. At least until she turns eighteen, he mused to himself as a slight smirk touched his lips. Yeah, that's what he would do, he would wait for her to turn eighteen then he would go back to her... he only hoped she would wait for him.
::Fin::
February 6, 2002
All right, that's the first chapter, I know, not much has happened yet. Keep in mind this is a spur of the moment fic, I have nothing planned out, I'm just writing what comes to me. I have no plot made up yet, I dunno what's gonna happen next (like in most of my fics *sweatdrop*). Anyway, my email is [2]pokahydee@hotmail.com drop me a line some time. Oh, just like all my fics, if I dun get any reviews, I don't continue. I won't write another chappie unless I get 15-20 reviews.
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Note: All right, this is a spur of the moment fic, I wrote a lemon not too long ago to improve my lemon-writing skills and decided to write a fic to go along with it. Of course I'll post the lemon here as well, I'm not sure when though *shrugs* Anyway, I just kinda sat down and started writing. Please review or email me at [1]pokahydee@hotmail.com it doesn't seem like many ppl really care bout my writing anymore so I may decide to completely disappear with the exception of a few close friends that have been with me since the beginning. I hate to punish ppl, but I really don't have the heart to write anymore since it doesn't seem like anyone even cares.
P.S. the Prologue is the lemon "Just Another Lemon" you don't HAVE to read it for a vital part of the plot, just know that something along those lines happened between Usagi and Yohji
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Wei so dun sue me. You won't get much, trust me. The characters do not belong to me but the plot and story does so steal that and I will PERSONALLY see that you are hunted down and tortured to the full extent of the law (and somewhat surpassing the law since you won't be able to walk anymore).
Thoughts are italicized
Dream Sequences are italicized (thoughts in dreams aren't)
**** Change of scene, time, etc...
Chapter 1 - Unexplainable Feelings
Usagi awoke lying in a strange bed. Only when she found herself lying alone, the shades closed, and naked did she remember the night before. Yohji had left before the first light; she vaguely remembered his leaving. She wouldn't see him again and if she did, he would not mention what had happened between them. He would treat her as a child again and would partially avoid her to flirt with women more his own age. She knew if anyone found out, he would be thrown in jail in an instant because of the fact she was still a minor. She sighed to herself and her eyes were sad. If Mamoru ever found out about this, he would go after Yohji for sure. She had to protect him from that, and not a soul was to find out about the night they had spent together. She needed a good lie to tell people. Why hadn't she been home last night? Why wasn't she in school the next day? She'd never even thought of that when she left on her date with Yohji.
She climbed out of bed and quickly dressed herself, standing in front of the mirror long enough to let loose her long flowing locks of golden hair from the familiar odangos that were nearly falling out anyway. She tried to smooth out the wrinkles and headed for the door when she noticed a few crumpled up bills on an empty pack of cigarettes. On the package there was scrawled a short message.
`Sorry to leave you like this but we both know it is for the best.'
Usagi read the beginning and nodded her head, knowing that this was a secret that could be found out by no one and must never be spoken of to anyone.
`I left some money for a cab ride. I'm sure you can think of something to tell everyone because you were missing. I will not forget this night for all the world and just know that I'm sorry it had to end like this.'
Usagi felt something pulling at her heart as she read the last line. It was something she wouldn't forget no matter how many years had passed.
`I love you,
Yohji'
She felt a tear come to her eye and quickly stuffed the note into her pocket, wiping the tear away as she pushed the door behind her.
****
"Where's Usagi today?" Omi asked as he came into the classroom sitting beside Minako.
"I don't know, her okaasan called last night and said that she wasn't home. She wanted to know if I'd seen her." Minako explained, a puzzled look on her face.
"Strange..." Omi said as he turned toward the front board.
"Everyone quiet!" The teacher nearly shouted over the many voices that filled the room.
"No one wants to listen to you, ya old hag," A boy in the back of the classroom spat as he waved a hand in her direction. "Why don't you retire already."
"That's it! Go out into the hallway right now!" She snapped, pointing toward the door. He shrugged his shoulders and did as she said.
"Now, does anyone else have anything to say?" She demanded, her face turning red. "It's time to take roll!" She announced as she picked up her clipboard. Omi put his head in his hands as the teacher droned on and nearly missed when his name was called.
He couldn't help but think of Usagi. He couldn't explain it, but he felt drawn to her for some reason. She was just so, fun loving and carefree. He wished he could be that way, but no, he had priorities to deal with. Being an assassin lead to a very dull social life for him. While other teenagers were having parties and going to the movies, he was out killing people that were evil in their hearts. He wished he could be able to do the things a normal teenager did, but he couldn't give up his job, not yet anyway. There was still much evil in the world and little to stop it. It was his job... no, his duty to protect the innocent lives which included Usagi.
He knew Usagi had a boy friend, though he was much older than she was. He felt a little jealous when he watched her latch onto his arm after school when he picked her up in his fancy car. He couldn't explain the way he felt really; she was just so... different than other girls around there were. He sighed heavily as he lay his head on the desk. He hoped she was all right.
****
"Tsukino Usagi!! Where were you!?!? We were worried sick!! We called everyone looking for you but no one had seen you!" Ikuko nearly shouted in worry as Usagi came through the door. Her worry quickly gave way to anger at her daughter's not checking in to let them know what was going on. "What were you thinking staying out all night and leaving your family home to worry about you?!?" Ikuko demanded with her hands on her hips as she continued to scold Usagi. Usagi gave no reason for her absence, just made her way up the stairs to her room. She walked into her room, locking the door behind her and flopped down on her bed, turning some music up loud enough to effectively drown out her mother's scolding.
Usagi wasn't in the mood to be lectured again. She would think up an excuse to tell them, she just wasn't really in the mood to hear her mother yell at her again. She would wait for a little while in her room, at least until her parents had cooled down a little.
She couldn't forget everything that had happened the previous night and turned over onto her back to stare at the ceiling. She remembered every detail, the scent of his body, the tone of his muscles, the gentle yet firm grip he used with her. She thought she was falling in love with him but she couldn't allow it. She was crazy about Mamoru. She didn't know what drew her to the man, but she couldn't stay away from him. What surprised her most was that he returned her feelings, a college student shared the same feelings as her.
"Mamo-chan..." She whispered as she stared up at the white ceiling. It was strange, as she thought of Mamoru, she pictured honey-tan hair and deep piercing green eyes. She saw the tall lanky form of Yohji and not of Mamoru. "Yohji-kun..." She whispered as she felt the tears fill her eyes. She rolled over onto her stomach and let the tears flow freely, soaking the soft blankets that had little pink rabbits covering them.
****
Omi was walking down the street, his head down and his eyes sad. He had so many thoughts running through his mind at the moment, he let out a heavy sigh and picked his head up so he could see the cloudless sky. Such a beautiful day and yet he felt completely depressed and stressed out. He nearly fell over after stubbing his toe against a crack in the sidewalk. A boy from school had been passing by at the same moment and Omi stumbled forward, knocking something from the boy's hand.
"Gomen nasai." Omi said apologetically as he reached to pick it up. He gasped when he saw it was a small handgun.
"Give that to me." He said in a monotone voice as he held out his hand. Omi stared at him for a minute before handing the item to him. The boy said nothing else, just kept walking down the sidewalk. Omi had recognized him from his school but he wasn't sure of the name. Did it start with an N? Or was he someone entirely different? It disturbed him greatly as he continued his walk toward the flower shop. Why would someone his age have a gun? Omi was not really one to talk; he had his crossbow and darts. But still, it was broad daylight and he was carrying that weapon. "What is this city coming to?" He mused to himself as he walked through the door to the flower shop. As usual, it was already filled with giggling schoolgirls that had just gotten out of school.
"Hurry Omi-kun, we've got a big crowd today." Ken said as Omi came into the shop. Omi hurriedly pulled on his apron and rushed over to the cash register to see if any of them were actually going to buy something today. Of course, Aya's timing was perfect.
"If you're not buying anything leave!" He had to shout to be heard over the loud giggles and chattering that filled the store. Omi glanced over at Ken, who was arranging some flowers into a dainty vase.
"Where's Yohji-kun?" Omi asked, his eyes serious as he leaned over next to Ken.
"He's said he wasn't feeling well." Ken told Omi as he put the finishing touches on his masterpiece. He handed the vase to an older woman and went on busily with his work.
"Has Tsukino-san stopped in today?" Omi asked as he went busily around doing his work.
"Iie, I haven't seen her all day." Ken called back as he hit a few buttons on the cash register. In about a half and hour, the crowds would thin and they'd actually have a little room to breathe. That's when most of the High School and Middle School age girls went out to the malls or movie theaters and such. But not Omi, no... he was either working in the flower shop or he was out on a mission. He sighed heavily and finished arranging the pots on the shelf, his mind deep in his own thoughts as he drowned out everything around him.
"What's wrong with you Omi-kun?" Ken asked as he walked back in Omi's direction.
"Huh?" Omi asked, his mind resurfacing as he heard Ken's familiar voice. "Oh... nothing... just thinking about something." Omi said again, looking away. Ken smiled faintly as he picked up on what Omi was thinking, which was strange for the naïve Siberian.
"You like her ne?" Ken asked, elbowing Omi lightly.
"N... nani?" Omi asked, his face turning red as he thought about it for a minute. "Iie... she just wasn't in school so I... umm... I wanted to know if she was all right."
"Why don't you ask her." Ken asked as he motioned toward the somber blond that was walking toward the shop. Her eyes were cast to the ground as she made her way toward the shop. She was wearing a long white skirt that went to the ground and a matching tank top with laces sleeves that went down to her elbows. She was clutching something that looked like a jacket against her chest as she walked, not even noticing what was surrounding her.
"Ohayo Usagi-san." Omi said cheerfully as the blond approached the doorway. She didn't seem to notice at first and just kept walking. "Usagi-san?" He questioned again. She heard him this time and looked up to meet his gaze.
"Gomen nasai Omi-kun." She said, forcing a smile on her face as she walked back toward him. "I was thinking about something and didn't even hear you."
"O genki desu ka?" Omi asked as his eyes narrowed in worry.
"Hai, daijoubu. I just have a lot on my mind Omi-kun, gomen." Usagi responded, widening her smile.
"The teacher asked me to bring you your schoolwork. I have it upstairs if you want it." Omi said as he headed into the store with Usagi following him.
"Arigato." Usagi said as she followed him into the store and toward one of the doors into an apartment of sorts. She followed him up the stairs with her eyes on the floor. She really didn't expect to see Yohji again but she really wanted to. She missed him already but she was crazy about Mamoru. She couldn't decide which one she loved more.
Omi stopped in front of a door and pushed it open, walking in. Usagi followed her, her cheeks slightly pink as she saw his room. It was the typical teenage boy's room except it was kind of bare compared to the stereotype of a teenager's room. Usagi couldn't really talk though; her room was pink and covered in little rabbits. He stooped down by a book bag and pulled out a book, handing it to her. She took the book and flipped through the pages that were stuck inside of it. It's not like she was actually going to do her schoolwork. What was the point?
"Doomo arigato, Omi-kun." She said quietly as she bowed. His eyes held a worried look once again at the quietness of her voice and the depressed air that surrounded her. She said that she was all right, but he could see right through that. There was something seriously wrong that she didn't want to talk about.
"Usagi-san, if there's anything you need to talk about-" Omi started but was cut off as a smile appeared on her face and she spoke.
"I'm fine Omi-kun, honestly." She said, trying to make the smile genuine. "I'm just a little tired and a little stressed out about school. I don't know if I'm going to pass 3^rd year High School." She said, lying as she blocked out what was truly bothering her.
"All right, Usagi-san. Demo, the offer is always open." He continued as he started to lead her back down the stairs to the store.
"Arigato, Omi-kun, that really means a lot to me. I may have to take you up on that offer some time." Usagi continued as she kept the smile on her face.
"Also, if you need any help with school work, I'd be more than happy." Omi continued as they walked into the store.
"Schoolwork?" Usagi asked, a sweatdrop appearing on the back of her head. Everyone knew that Omi was really smart and everything but she wasn't sure if she could keep up with him. He was on a much higher level than she was; it was amazing that he had been thrown in her class. He was one of the smarter ones and was thrown in one of the lower level classes. He should have been right up there with Mizuno Ami.
"Hai, if you need any help, that is." Omi continued, blushing slightly as he looked down at his feet.
"All right Omi-kun, arigato." She said as she hugged him. She kissed him on the cheek and headed for the door to the flower shop, missing Omi's flaming red cheeks. She turned back and waved at the door. "Ja ne, Omi-kun!" She called back over the clatter and clamor of girls.
"Ja ne!" He called back, waving to the blond. He turned away from her and a smile broke out across his face and he floated through the rest of the evening.
****
Yohji was lying on his bed; a cigarette in his hand that was all but gone and he'd only taken one puff off of it. He just couldn't get the picture of Usagi out of his head. He was a playboy, yes; he shouldn't let leaving her affect him. He was like that with all of the women he dated with the exception of one... Asuka... she'd been the only woman he'd actually loved deeply like that. He remembered her silky hair and her creamy white skin that was like undisrupted silk. Usagi was the same way; she was beautiful in every way. Sure, she still acted like a child and wore her hair in that ridiculous style, but her body was that of a woman. She was young and vibrant and a person that he could spoil in every way possible. He just needed someone to devote his attention to; the killing was really starting to get to him. He thought he was starting to go crazy as the killing only continued.
He heard her voice faintly wafting in through the cracked door and imaged that she was coming to visit him. It was only a dream, he knew, she would have no reason to come there. Besides, if he saw her again, he didn't know what he'd do. He knew that it was for the best that he stays away from her. At least until she turns eighteen, he mused to himself as a slight smirk touched his lips. Yeah, that's what he would do, he would wait for her to turn eighteen then he would go back to her... he only hoped she would wait for him.
::Fin::
February 6, 2002
All right, that's the first chapter, I know, not much has happened yet. Keep in mind this is a spur of the moment fic, I have nothing planned out, I'm just writing what comes to me. I have no plot made up yet, I dunno what's gonna happen next (like in most of my fics *sweatdrop*). Anyway, my email is [2]pokahydee@hotmail.com drop me a line some time. Oh, just like all my fics, if I dun get any reviews, I don't continue. I won't write another chappie unless I get 15-20 reviews.
References
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