~*Give Me Tonight*~
A Seiya-Usagi fanfiction
by Abigail
[abbeyl@hotmail.com]
[http://starsmakenai.cjb.net]
--Sailormoon & all related characters are copyright of Naoko Takeuchi, Toei, Kodansha, and all those other people--
--Part 3--
Usagi's shoes made squishing noises all the way to Mamoru's apartment. A few people looked at them strangely, but
Seiya glared back at them and they looked away.
"Mamo-chan's working at the hospital all night, but I have his key!" She held the key up triumphantly.
Then she thought what the implications of carrying Mamoru's apartment key were and she quickly turned to shove
it in the lock, a feeling little bit awkward in front of Seiya.
Mamoru's apartment was dark. Usagi switched on a lamp and turned back to Seiya.
"You keep extra clothes here at his apartment, then?"
"No. I'll just put these in the dryer." She felt a blush creep to her cheeks as Seiya's eyes drifted downward.
*What does he think he's staring at?* She knew she must look a fright, with her matted hair and smeared mascara.
Even though the shirt clinging to her skin left little to the imagination.
"I'll just be a second. Wait out here, okay?" She went into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving Seiya
alone in the room.
He perused the room quietly: several shelves lined with books - fat textbooks and classic literature, as
well as some smaller volumes, a gray laptop sleeping silently on the desk, a potted plant, a green sofa... everything
was impeccably clean. Seiya wondered, how much time did Usagi spend here with him? She probably knew every inch of
this place as well as her own house.
He felt like a stranger, an unwanted guest here in this other man's apartment. A picture on the desk - a
recent photograph of Usagi and Mamoru - reminded him yet again that he was the odd man out. Seiya reflected on her
face in the picture. So happy, so bright, always shining... That's what I love about you, Odango, is your shine. You
stand out wherever you are. Yet you're so down-to-earth, and friendly. It's a talent you have, even if you don't
realize it. You could make friends with the devil and turn him into an honest man.
Seiya knew he was a fool. He knew it was hopeless to love her, but he had long since lost control of his
feelings. Let him be a fool, as long he could love her, and as long as he could see that she was safe and happy.
If we would have met sooner we would be together now, I know it. But Odango, I have to know, did you ever love me?
For once, for a moment...did you? You're happy with your Mamo-chan. That's okay, I want you to be happy. Live a full
and joyful life with him. Only tell me...
The door opened, and Seiya looked up. He set the picture back in its place on the desk. Usagi was wrapped
in a white robe that belonged to Mamoru, which was rather big for her. Her damp blonde hair hung down her back,
free from its two confining buns. She smiled. "My clothes will be a while in the dryer. Want to find something to eat?"
"Sure."
She disappeared into the kitchen, and Seiya heard the noises of refrigerator and cupboard doors opening and
closing and items being placed on the counter. How much food does she need? he was beginning to wonder, as the
sounds from the kitchen became more chaotic. He was about to go help her when he heard a crash and a cry of pain
that followed. Seiya rushed to the kitchen.
"Odango?!"
A pool of green juice dripped from the counter to the floor, and scattered in the juice above and below
were pickles among broken shards of glass. Usagi knelt on the floor, clutching her right hand. He quickly knelt
beside her, taking the hand in his own. Red blood was smeared where she had sliced her palm.
"Baka," Usagi said. "I dropped the jar."
Seiya wet a dishcloth and gently wiped away the blood, tying the cloth around her hand for a makeshift
bandage. They stood. "If you weren't so clumsy, you'd have better luck, you know," he told her. He looked at the
food on the counter that Usagi had gathered. It looked like she had emptied out Mamoru's entire refrigerator. "Are
you really this hungry?"
"I, uh... I guess I got carried away. (But it all looked so good...)"
Seiya handed her a plate of rice balls. "Here, take these out to the living room and I'll clean up this mess."
She took the plate. "But..."
"Go on, I've got it covered."