Title: It's In Her Kiss...
Chapter Four
Author: KissThis
Rating: Pg-13...might change to R in later chapters.
Summary: Takes place about a year after the fight with Galaxia and the leaving of the Starlights. Visions plague Healer, and she desires to return to Earth. And a romance ensues with many obstacles and bumps along the way. Usagi/Yaten
Disclaimer: All Sailormoon paraphernalia belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. The plot, though, was dutifully thought of and recorded by my faithful plot bunnies.
A/N: Hello! It's been brought to my attention that it seems a bit OOC of Usagi and especially Yaten to have them instantly "click". Looking back, I acknowledge this person's point, but if you think about it when Yaten was a man she was annoying, loud, and didn't really care what anyone else thought. Ya thinking about it? Good. But despite my thinking I will go back and correct my error.
Oh! Second. Seiya and all her sexy-ness are coming! Honestly! Some of you have no respect for plot lines! :-P
Third: Usagi is not a tramp. She's TWENTY-ONE for Kami's sake! I don't think she's exactly dressing in her school uniform and bows anymore .
(P.S. Beer is good! *giggles*)
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Small rivulets of water trickled down the tanned flesh of Usagi's forearm as she pressed the damp cloth against Hotaru's forehead. Satisfied that she had cleaned the ghostly pale skin of all perspiration she laid the rag along the girl's forehead leaving the cold dampness to work it's will. Looking around she tugged on the afghan that decorated the coach upon which Haruka and herself had laid the unconscious girl. She tucked it around Hotaru with experienced deftness and a wry smile.
Usagi sighed and stood. The back of her hand dragged across her own forehead clearing it of the tiny beads of sweat that had begun to form there. A button clicked behind her and the loud bumping music pounded once again through the room. She grinned at Ami, who had turned the music back on, and whirled around.
"Yaten?"
She looked around for her former dance partner, but the moonlit beauty was naught to be seen. Usagi pushed hopefully through the throng of bodies, but the object of her desires eluded her. Her face fell, despite the way her body swayed in response to the compelling beat of music.
Haruka, seeing her distress, began to make her way towards the younger women, when someone beat her to it. Haruka scowled as "they" wrapped their arms around Usagi's tiny waist and pulled the surprised woman towards them.
Usagi's smile rose again at the warm touch of another's hands on her bare skin. She whirled around, but hesitated when rather than shy emerald-eyes flirty indigo ones gazed teasingly back. "S-Seiya?" She faltered in surprise.
"Let's dance..." Thin, coral lips quirked upwards in a sexy grin.
Usagi laughed and nodded in enthusiasm, her ocean eyes sparkling again. They danced backwards with Usagi's back against Seiya's stomach their bodies sliding and swaying in wild accordance with the lively music spewed out by an impressive sound system.
Seiya's hands slid from Usagi's waist to her thighs in a teasing manner. Usagi shivered as Seiya's soothing touch reached her beneath the thick and weathered denim she wore. Her hands finally had a purpose as their long and slender fingers intertwined with those of her partner and guided them in complicated patterns up her legs and waist and across her flat and toned stomach.
Teasing and flirtatious words were breathed in her ear, and she took them for nothing more than friendly whisperings, laughing and enjoying the company of a long-gone friend and confidant. She angled and turned her head so that she was looking up at Seiya who was looking down at her. A strange emotion flickered in and out of indigo eyes being as elusive as a fox, which wasn't helped at all by Usagi's drunken state. She blinked quickly as her brain was roused out of it's own alcohol induced stupor and she tried to pin down that elusive emotion; it being vaguely familiar.
Her head began to ache and so she took to easy choice rather than the emotional one and let it slip from her mind that was already beginning to sink back into silent ineffectuality. Her lopsided smile turned to a giggle and she closed her eyes letting the music take her away as she wrapped her arms around Seiya's neck, drawing their bodies closer with the need to dance.
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Too stupefied to do anything else, Yaten sat down on the bench with a thump. It was as if her knees had absorbed the shock before any other part of her had had a chance to. All the color had gone from her face, except for two burning spots just upon each cheekbone.
"What was I thinking?" She exclaimed in fanatical hysteria. From habit, she buried her face in her hands and raked her long fingers through her wind-tousled hair displaying her anxiety.
Even from the street she could her the loud and enthralling music from the second floor of the Outer's, and now Usagi's, mansion. Her emerald eyes shifted to the pool of flickering light that streamed from the overhead street-lamp. Small fragments of a vision flashed in her mind...
A touch here...
A caress there...
Hints of whispered promises...
Against Yaten's will, tears started to well up. She gulped down, furious at her own lack of control. Of their own volition her eyes were drawn to a high-rise window. As the portable strobe light within the mansion flickered a dozen times a second a pair of silhouettes were framed in the clear windows. Shadows that twisted and melted together in erratic and drunken weavings that morphed to high-paced, slinking movement that made their images blur before Yaten's alcohol clouded vision.
"Usagi..." She whispered, "...and Seiya?"
Surely she couldn't love Seiya; Yaten couldn't believe that. No. She loved her. She was sure of it. The way they had danced........touched........
*Just like she's doing with your sister?* The voice in her head chided. The voice took hold of her and she found herself unable to tear her eyes from the crushing window scene. The voice whispered in her ear. It told her things she had convinced herself couldn't be true.
*Usagi doesn't love you.....you're half the woman Seiya is...*
"No. There was a connection. We almost kissed..."
*But didn't...*
"But-"
*No. "Buts".*
"Seiya-"
*You. Never. Had. A. Chance...*
With a sad sort of sigh she shrugged into the jacket she'd snatched from the floor of the dance room. Now she ran swiftly and quietly through Juuban District heading east toward the apartment complex the Light's had occupied on their previous stay. There was, it seemed, no one about, as if every living soul had been swept from the streets. Even in the usually more populous north-eastern quarter of the district, she came upon no other folk.
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Unable to find the light switch, Yaten collapsed upon her former bed enveloped in shadows. Too numbed and emotionally fatigued to do anything more than pull the covers over her still fully clothed body she began to drift to sleep. But as she drew the silky gold covers up she looked closely at the jacket she was wearing for the first time since she had grabbed it from the mansion.
At least she had one thing to remember her by...
The thought rooted firmly in her mind as she was swept off to Dream Land and wrapped tightly in Usagi's white blouse...
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R & R
KissThis
