Title: All the things she said
Chapter Six
Author: Kiss This
Disclaimer: I don't own shit. [Except for the plot 'o course]
Summary: AU. Usagi is a famous singer, and is the younger sister of Setsuna, a prominent female model. When Usagi and Setsuna organize a fashion show at their mansion, in order to raise money for a good cause, by selling all the clothes they invite all the biggest celebs; actors and actresses, athletes, politicians, everyone who's a someone. One of those select few is the racecar driving champion, Haruka Ten'ou who finds something she wants that isn't on the order form.
A/N: WoW! *Looks at all the goodies she got from reviewers* Yummy! Plus, this chapter is dedicated to meggiebaby81, or the G-O-D-D-E-S-S as I call her. The end is my BIG idea. Enjoy!
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"Oh, Usagi...you look...tired." Michiru could sense Usagi's bitterness and self-pity even as the young blonde bustled around making tea for her guest. The lines of stress around her once blue eyes could no longer be concealed by any make-up concealer. It was at that moment when Michiru realized how much older Usagi looked – aged past her own 18 years.
Usagi was saved from answering by the ringing of her cell phone. Silencing the techno beating that was her ring tone with a press of a button, she continued to serve the afternoon tea.
"Hullo?"
Michiru gave her a curious look as steaming green tea was poured into her cup. Usagi moved on to her own cup mouthing the word: 'Seiya'. This only piqued the aqua-haired woman's interest, and she strained her senses in hopes of picking up the other side of the conversation.
Usagi's face went stark white and the hand that gripped the teapot began to shake. She pressed the cell phone closer to her ear. Licking her lips she swallowed slowly trying to wet her parched throat.
"Do you know what you are asking of me?" Usagi whispered.
"Yes."
The handle snapped in her grasp and crumbled. The teapot fell from her hold and landed upon its side on the carpet; it's entire contents already soaking into the beige floor.
"I-I have another call..." Numbly, Usagi switched over to her incoming call, signaled by the mild vibrating of the phone.
"Hello?"
"Why aren't you here?"
Usagi's eyes locked with Michiru's for a split-second and then her head was down again and she hurried from the room.
"I still don't have a key to your apartment, 'Ruka-chan." Usagi said quietly.
"Oh! I meant to do that today."
Usagi breathed slowly.
"I'm beginning to think that you don't really want me in your life anymore..."
The silence on the other end of the line was depressing to say the least. Usagi wanted to believe that Haruka still wanted her in her life. But all she could think was that her presence with Haruka was not so much one of comfort, but one of dependability. Haruka just took for granted that she would always be there; her bed always warm.
But now the charade had to end...Usagi would give her one more chance...
"Listen, my concert is tomorrow, and...I'd really like it if you'd come."
"I'm gonna be in the auto-shop all day, I'm sorry."
"Of course."
That's it. It was over.
Michiru's heart sank even as Usagi's inner anguish began. Through the crack in the door, where Usagi hadn't closed it all the way, she had heard the way Usagi's tone deepened after every moment.
The silence hung a moment longer, until Haruka's husky voice broke it.
"Am I gonna see you tonight?"
Usagi took a step backwards in the hallway and her vivid blue eyes locked with Michiru's guilty ones. She swallowed slowly, and when she blinked...a single crystalline tear was knocked loose, despite Usagi's attempts to hide her obvious sadness, and trickled down her snow-white cheek.
"No..." She said finally, "Not tonight..."
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The audience was screaming out her name. Bodies were being pushed up against the edge of the stage and arms reached out for the chance to even touch her. The different colored lights were hot on her back and tiny rivulets of sweat were trickling down her neck.
The huge multimedia screen behind her magnified her every move giving her a gigantic double image. Her white long-sleeved shirt was cut in ragged chops up to just below her breasts, and the sleeves were cut up into ribbons. The ebony skirt she was wearing came to her knees and ended in a frothy white lace hem.
Bringing the microphone to her lips she began to sing.
[I think all the songs she'll be singing, etc. are gonna be t.A.T.u's. PLUS I think this song really fits into what is currently going on]
This was an accident
Not the kind where sirens sound
Never even noticed
We're suddenly crumbling
Tell me how you never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around
Staring at your photograph
Everything now in the past
Never felt so lonely I
Wish that you could show me love
Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til you open the door
Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til I'm up off the floor
Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til it's inside my pores
Show me love, show me love, show me love
Show me love, show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more
Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplace occurrences
Chances and surprises
Another state of consciousness
Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around
You play games, I play tricks
Girls and girls, but you're the one
Like a game of pick-up sticks
Played by fucking lunatics
Show me love, show me love
Give me all that I want
And as she left the stage she didn't see the tall figure watching from the side of the stage. She didn't see the way the figure's eyes never left her, and she didn't see the way the song affected that person before the disappeared into the back alley behind the concert hall.
The sleek yellow convertible that pulled out of the parking lot went unnoticed by the crowds of Usagi's fans as they trickled out of the concert hall still talking animatedly about the performance they had just witnessed.
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"One last stop." Usagi told Setsuna quietly. Her sister nodded and embraced the younger woman.
Usagi stepped into the taxi and directed it towards Haruka's apartment. The sprinkling rain that had started early that morning had transformed itself into a blinding downpour. Usagi stared out the window and in the direction of the streets though the thick sheets of rain made it virtually impossible to see anything in detail. It didn't matter though. Usagi was too wrapped up in her thoughts to pay any attention to life outside the tiny taxi cab.
Reaching the apartment complex she instructed the cab driver to wait for her while she ran up to Haruka's apartment. Feeling grateful that the doorman would help her into the apartment she hurried inside.
As she walked into the living room she saw that Haruka had kept her home as clean and immaculate as ever. There was no sign that anyone other than Haruka had even slept in the apartment, much less lived in it. Forgoing the kitchen entirely, the petite blonde made her way to the bedroom.
Her leg bumped the bedside table. She looked down at the small silver-gilded picture frame that sat upon the old mahogany wood surface with mixed feelings. A single finger traced the outline of Haruka's face before she placed the frame facedown on the table.
No.
It was over.
It only took a few mere minutes to gather up her things and then she was ready. Looking over the two small bags she had filled with items she sighed in depression at the meager site of them.
So few things that represented my presence...and now my presence is completely washed away.
Picking up the extremly light bags she started back towards her waiting cab.
Grabbing her keys from her pocket, Haruka fiddled with them until she found her apartment key. In one fluid motion she stuck it in the lock and turned. The door swung open revealing a shocked Usagi standing in front of her with suitcases in both hands.
"What's going on, Usagi?"
She looked so surprised and hurt. It pained Usagi to see her lover suffering because of something she had done. But it couldn't be helped. She had done the best she could, and still she had been shot down.
"I'm leaving to go on tour. The Lights are taking me with them..."
"A-Are you leaving me?"
"Haruka...I need to get something from you."
One.
Last.
Chance…
Usagi's chin rose defiantly and her azure eyes locked with Haruka's confused sea-green ones.
"I'm leaving for America unless you say something to make me stay."
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