AN: Sorry, this has taken so long! My computer was down, (well it still is.
I'm at a friends house right now) so obviously I haven't been able to post
anything. :P Finally I just got tried of waiting for ppl to fix my puter
and came over here to post this next part for you guys. Plus, it'll shut
one person up in particular that has really started to piss me off. I
really don't appreciate ppl jumping to conclusion without analyzing the
facts first. Don't worry all you ppl who posted reviews like please update
soon and such. I'm not mad at you. But the TRUTH (hint hint) is I'm really
sorry for the wait. And you can probably expect another one *pouts* sorry,
for the next part. But I really am trying hard to either get my puter fixed
or get a new one. Anyway, here's the long expected Chapter Ten. Hope you
enjoy! ^_^
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"You what?" Mamoru asked wide-eyed.
"I went to the park," Usagi replied timidly.
"Why did you do that? Usagi, something could have happened."
"But nothing did."
"Well, it could have."
"Mamoru, you can't expect me not to go anywhere."
"Yes. I can." As soon as he said it, he immediately regretted it. Usagi looked up at him as her eye glazed over with tears. She shot a breath out of both her nostrils, turned and stomped to the bedroom, "It doesn't matter where I am, I have no freedom." She said under her breath as she walked away, "I thought you were different!" She shouted over her shoulder as she disappeared down the hall.
"Ugh, Usako!" He said aggravated, more with himself than with her. He followed her into the bedroom. Mamoru found Usagi sitting on the bed, hugging her knees against her chest and her face buried into her knees. He slowly went to her and sat beside her on the edge of the bed, "Usagi. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and she wretched away.
"It doesn't matter where I am. I have no freedom. I had no freedom with my parents, I had none with Kunzite, and now you're trying to cage me up."
"I just don't want you to get hurt again." He said lying down on his side and propping himself up a bit with his arms.
"I won't. I can take care of myself. Shut up," Usagi said softly when Mamoru opened his mouth to protest.
Mamoru patted her shoulder, "Come on. Let's go get some ice cream." He said and headed for the door.
Usagi looked over her shoulder; "Do you think that getting me ice cream will get me to forgive you?"
He turned back and smiled, "Is it working?"
Usagi glared at him for awhile before she stuck her tongue out at him. Then she grinned impishly and said, "Yes."
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"Ewww!" Usagi said as she poked her arm, "It's all squishy!"
Mamoru laughed gently, "That's because you haven't been using the muscles you usually do for four months." He said as he discarded the cast into the trash.
Usagi, still poking her arm, her tongue peeking through her teeth, looked up, "Wait! There's a piece I wanna keep from that!"
Mamoru looked at her puzzled, but smiled when he realized what she was talking about. He retrieved the cast from the trash, cut out the part she wanted to keep and handed it to her. She put it aside and went back to poking her arm, "It's all squishy!" She repeated.
Mamoru smiled, "You'll have to build the muscles again. Now, go on home. I'm still here for another hour or so."
"When's your next day off?" Usagi asked as she jumped down from the hospital bed and pocketed her treasure.
"You know I have the weekends off." He smiled.
"I know, but I can't wait three more days." She pouted.
"Well, you're gonna have to. Now go on home, I have to get back to work."
Usagi walked out into the parking lot and pressed a button on her key chain. A blue VW beetle flashed its lights and beeped. Mamoru had bought it for her a couple of months ago, after he had discovered that she had her license. Plus, he added, it would get her out of the apartment and gave at least some security when she was in it; "I'm Afraid of Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera! The Backstreet Boys and Nsync! I don't know what to think!" Usagi sang loudly as she drove home.
Usagi stepped out of the elevator and walked to the apartment. She dug around in her purse for the keys, still quietly singing to herself. She pulled out the keys and was about to put them in the lock when she discovered that the door was already open. She slowly put the keys back in her purse and cautiously stepped in side. Once inside she found the apartment had been trashed. She heaved a sigh. She was more annoyed than afraid, but when she turned to go speak to the landlord. She became afraid, she came face-to-stomach with Kunzite. She slowly looked up at him.
"Now there's no one around to save you." He mocked as he stepped into the apartment and closed the door. Little did he know that Usagi still had her hand in her purse. She had found her cell phone and felt around for the one. When she found it she held it down. It auto-dialed Mamoru's cell. After doing this she slowly took her hand out of her purse, not hanging up the phone. She hoped Mamoru would answer and hear their conversation. Even if he did, she thought. How would Mamoru know where I am? Hints, right! Give hints.
"How did you get in here, Kunzite?" But she already knew the answer; "Right, picked the lock didn't you? You know you really got to find a better hobby. What makes you think that you can just waltz into my apartment and," And do what? "And. and do. this!?" She said flinging a hand at the apartment.
"I've come back to get what's rightfully mine." Kunzite answered smugly.
"Rightfully yours? I was never yours. Now I'm only going to ask you once. Get the FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!"
Kunzite whirled around smacked her hard across the face. So hard it didn't even hurt. He then grabbed her wrist and headed for the door.
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Mamoru was in his driving to get something to eat for his break when his cell phone rang. He picked it up and looked at the display, "Ugh, Usako." He pressed the button and answered, "Usagi. I told you a couple of ---" He interrupted himself when he heard her voice: "How did you get in here, Kunzite?"
"Ah, shit." He grumbled to himself. In where Usagi? Give me a clue.
"What makes you think that you can just waltz into my apartment," She continued. Ah! She's home! "And. and. and do. this!?" Do what? Mamoru's mind went crazy in thought. What was happening?
"I've come back to get what's rightfully mine." Mamoru heard Kunzite answer.
"Rightfully yours? I was never yours," Oh God! Usagi don't do or say anything you'll regret. "Now I'm only going to ask you once. Get the FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!" Dumb move Usagi. Mamoru hard what he thought was Kunzite's hand making contact with her flesh. Asshole! His mind screamed.
"Where are you taking me?" He heard Usagi asked worried, "Kunzite, no! Let me go! Leave me alone!"
"Oh no you don't." Mamoru mumbled as he hung up. He flung his phone into seat beside him and speed down the street. He turned sharply into the parking lot. Mamoru stopped his car in front of the doors and jumped out, just in time too. Kunzite was just walking out of the doors dragging Usagi behind him.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Mamoru asked Kunzite sternly.
Usagi looked from Kunzite to Mamoru and back to Kunzite again.
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"You what?" Mamoru asked wide-eyed.
"I went to the park," Usagi replied timidly.
"Why did you do that? Usagi, something could have happened."
"But nothing did."
"Well, it could have."
"Mamoru, you can't expect me not to go anywhere."
"Yes. I can." As soon as he said it, he immediately regretted it. Usagi looked up at him as her eye glazed over with tears. She shot a breath out of both her nostrils, turned and stomped to the bedroom, "It doesn't matter where I am, I have no freedom." She said under her breath as she walked away, "I thought you were different!" She shouted over her shoulder as she disappeared down the hall.
"Ugh, Usako!" He said aggravated, more with himself than with her. He followed her into the bedroom. Mamoru found Usagi sitting on the bed, hugging her knees against her chest and her face buried into her knees. He slowly went to her and sat beside her on the edge of the bed, "Usagi. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and she wretched away.
"It doesn't matter where I am. I have no freedom. I had no freedom with my parents, I had none with Kunzite, and now you're trying to cage me up."
"I just don't want you to get hurt again." He said lying down on his side and propping himself up a bit with his arms.
"I won't. I can take care of myself. Shut up," Usagi said softly when Mamoru opened his mouth to protest.
Mamoru patted her shoulder, "Come on. Let's go get some ice cream." He said and headed for the door.
Usagi looked over her shoulder; "Do you think that getting me ice cream will get me to forgive you?"
He turned back and smiled, "Is it working?"
Usagi glared at him for awhile before she stuck her tongue out at him. Then she grinned impishly and said, "Yes."
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"Ewww!" Usagi said as she poked her arm, "It's all squishy!"
Mamoru laughed gently, "That's because you haven't been using the muscles you usually do for four months." He said as he discarded the cast into the trash.
Usagi, still poking her arm, her tongue peeking through her teeth, looked up, "Wait! There's a piece I wanna keep from that!"
Mamoru looked at her puzzled, but smiled when he realized what she was talking about. He retrieved the cast from the trash, cut out the part she wanted to keep and handed it to her. She put it aside and went back to poking her arm, "It's all squishy!" She repeated.
Mamoru smiled, "You'll have to build the muscles again. Now, go on home. I'm still here for another hour or so."
"When's your next day off?" Usagi asked as she jumped down from the hospital bed and pocketed her treasure.
"You know I have the weekends off." He smiled.
"I know, but I can't wait three more days." She pouted.
"Well, you're gonna have to. Now go on home, I have to get back to work."
Usagi walked out into the parking lot and pressed a button on her key chain. A blue VW beetle flashed its lights and beeped. Mamoru had bought it for her a couple of months ago, after he had discovered that she had her license. Plus, he added, it would get her out of the apartment and gave at least some security when she was in it; "I'm Afraid of Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera! The Backstreet Boys and Nsync! I don't know what to think!" Usagi sang loudly as she drove home.
Usagi stepped out of the elevator and walked to the apartment. She dug around in her purse for the keys, still quietly singing to herself. She pulled out the keys and was about to put them in the lock when she discovered that the door was already open. She slowly put the keys back in her purse and cautiously stepped in side. Once inside she found the apartment had been trashed. She heaved a sigh. She was more annoyed than afraid, but when she turned to go speak to the landlord. She became afraid, she came face-to-stomach with Kunzite. She slowly looked up at him.
"Now there's no one around to save you." He mocked as he stepped into the apartment and closed the door. Little did he know that Usagi still had her hand in her purse. She had found her cell phone and felt around for the one. When she found it she held it down. It auto-dialed Mamoru's cell. After doing this she slowly took her hand out of her purse, not hanging up the phone. She hoped Mamoru would answer and hear their conversation. Even if he did, she thought. How would Mamoru know where I am? Hints, right! Give hints.
"How did you get in here, Kunzite?" But she already knew the answer; "Right, picked the lock didn't you? You know you really got to find a better hobby. What makes you think that you can just waltz into my apartment and," And do what? "And. and do. this!?" She said flinging a hand at the apartment.
"I've come back to get what's rightfully mine." Kunzite answered smugly.
"Rightfully yours? I was never yours. Now I'm only going to ask you once. Get the FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!"
Kunzite whirled around smacked her hard across the face. So hard it didn't even hurt. He then grabbed her wrist and headed for the door.
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Mamoru was in his driving to get something to eat for his break when his cell phone rang. He picked it up and looked at the display, "Ugh, Usako." He pressed the button and answered, "Usagi. I told you a couple of ---" He interrupted himself when he heard her voice: "How did you get in here, Kunzite?"
"Ah, shit." He grumbled to himself. In where Usagi? Give me a clue.
"What makes you think that you can just waltz into my apartment," She continued. Ah! She's home! "And. and. and do. this!?" Do what? Mamoru's mind went crazy in thought. What was happening?
"I've come back to get what's rightfully mine." Mamoru heard Kunzite answer.
"Rightfully yours? I was never yours," Oh God! Usagi don't do or say anything you'll regret. "Now I'm only going to ask you once. Get the FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!" Dumb move Usagi. Mamoru hard what he thought was Kunzite's hand making contact with her flesh. Asshole! His mind screamed.
"Where are you taking me?" He heard Usagi asked worried, "Kunzite, no! Let me go! Leave me alone!"
"Oh no you don't." Mamoru mumbled as he hung up. He flung his phone into seat beside him and speed down the street. He turned sharply into the parking lot. Mamoru stopped his car in front of the doors and jumped out, just in time too. Kunzite was just walking out of the doors dragging Usagi behind him.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Mamoru asked Kunzite sternly.
Usagi looked from Kunzite to Mamoru and back to Kunzite again.