Walking Wounded
Chapter 2
by Kali-Chan
rated r
kalika26@excite.com
Hey Minna! Chapter two is here. It's taken me all of a year
to freaking get it too. Bad Kali-Chan! *slaps wrist all nun-
like* Okay, so If you like this, please tell me. My email is
listed above and I love to get it, either good or bad.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and friends are not owned by
Kali-Chan. They are owned by Naoko, CWI, DiC, and any
other business that has the money to pay the copyright
fee. Nor does she own the Poe songs that are featured in this
fic. She realizes that this is alot like Stephen King's
Rose Madder, and will work on the differences next chapter.
Kali-Chan would not like to be sued, so don't do it.
A little history for you folks. Usagi isn't married to Kenji.
Usagi is now 23, just graduated her fourth year at University.
**************************************************************
Usagi awoke to the bright morning sun and she woke up
sore. Her gaze travelled downward, where she found blood on
the sheets. He raped me, she thought. She touched her womanhood
and brought her fingers up to her eyes. Blood. Drying blood.
Last night and this morning, she concluded.
She pulled herself up, and dragged herself to the shower.
The hot water was sanctity as she washed away the trace of him from
her skin.
She began to sing.
"Are you afraid of love?
Are you afraid of me?
Are you afraid of love?
Is that why you retreat?
Are you afraid of me?
Angels calling the angels here.
Are you an angel too?
Cause I would love nobody's home."
She winced as she began to wash her belly and her back. Usagi
glanced down and saw large bruises decorating her flat stomach. She
shook her head and washed her hair. It used to be long and gorgeous.
Now it was shoulder length, with a slight curl to it. It was still
silky and baby-fine, but not as luminous as it had been when... when
she had met Kenji years ago.
Usagi let go of all the thoughts circumventing her head and
began to dry off. She placed a pair of flared blue jeans and a
button up denim shirt with belled sleeves on her small frame and began
to go about her daily work. Clean the bedroom, clean the kitchen, wash
his laundry, do her own. Have a small lunch of rice and beef, get back
to work. Wash the sheets which she bloodied, and clean the living room.
She had gotten to the point of cleaning his laundry when she
found lipstick stains on his dress shirts from his trip to Chicago. Tears
welled up and she blinked them back. In his pants pockets, she found spare
American change, some dollar bills and quarters. She began his wash, trying
not to think about him and another woman.
She began to gather her own laundry when she stumbled on his
suitcase from his trip. She had stubbed her big toe on something hard in there.
Usagi curiously opened it and stared inside. It was a small safe. She
remembered enough from her childhood to know how to pick such a rudimentary
lock. Usagi searched her room and found a bobby pin and a paperclip.
She slid the paperclip up and the the left, searching for the catch,
as she slid the bobby pins downward and to the right. She was greeted with
the telltale clicking as the pins caught and the box was unlocked.
When she opened it, she was pleasured at the sight of about 3,000
dollars American. She flipped through stacks of money and ran the numbers
in her head. Make that about 4,500, she thought.
Her head snapped up to the clock and noticed it was about time for
her lunch. She was about to shut the case when an idea lodged itself in
her head. A song came on the radio she was listening to and she had to laugh.
"A terrible thought has moved into my mind.
Like an unwanted roommate drunk on wine.
It feeds on my happiness, won't pay the rent.
I must take proper measures to evict it."
Her head slowly turned back to the money case and she nodded. Take
the money. She counted out 2,000 American dollars and stood. You're crazy,
logical said. Logical was always the voice that told her to stay with Kenji.
Do it, Illogical said. Illogical was the voice of reason for her. it had gotten
her out of tough situations when she was younger. She smiled, grabbed her purse,
and walked out the door, leaving the radio on and the laundry going.
As she began her walk, she passed several houses of people that she knew.
She waved as they said hi, and asked how she was. She replied and said that she
really had to be going. They nodded and waved again, and she walked away, feeling
happier. Until the thought came that Kenji had very dangerous friend. Kenji knew
how to find people. Kenji would find her. Kenji already knew what she was doing.
She walked a little faster, her heart pounding harder. Maybe if she walked fast
enough...
Chapter 2
by Kali-Chan
rated r
kalika26@excite.com
Hey Minna! Chapter two is here. It's taken me all of a year
to freaking get it too. Bad Kali-Chan! *slaps wrist all nun-
like* Okay, so If you like this, please tell me. My email is
listed above and I love to get it, either good or bad.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and friends are not owned by
Kali-Chan. They are owned by Naoko, CWI, DiC, and any
other business that has the money to pay the copyright
fee. Nor does she own the Poe songs that are featured in this
fic. She realizes that this is alot like Stephen King's
Rose Madder, and will work on the differences next chapter.
Kali-Chan would not like to be sued, so don't do it.
A little history for you folks. Usagi isn't married to Kenji.
Usagi is now 23, just graduated her fourth year at University.
**************************************************************
Usagi awoke to the bright morning sun and she woke up
sore. Her gaze travelled downward, where she found blood on
the sheets. He raped me, she thought. She touched her womanhood
and brought her fingers up to her eyes. Blood. Drying blood.
Last night and this morning, she concluded.
She pulled herself up, and dragged herself to the shower.
The hot water was sanctity as she washed away the trace of him from
her skin.
She began to sing.
"Are you afraid of love?
Are you afraid of me?
Are you afraid of love?
Is that why you retreat?
Are you afraid of me?
Angels calling the angels here.
Are you an angel too?
Cause I would love nobody's home."
She winced as she began to wash her belly and her back. Usagi
glanced down and saw large bruises decorating her flat stomach. She
shook her head and washed her hair. It used to be long and gorgeous.
Now it was shoulder length, with a slight curl to it. It was still
silky and baby-fine, but not as luminous as it had been when... when
she had met Kenji years ago.
Usagi let go of all the thoughts circumventing her head and
began to dry off. She placed a pair of flared blue jeans and a
button up denim shirt with belled sleeves on her small frame and began
to go about her daily work. Clean the bedroom, clean the kitchen, wash
his laundry, do her own. Have a small lunch of rice and beef, get back
to work. Wash the sheets which she bloodied, and clean the living room.
She had gotten to the point of cleaning his laundry when she
found lipstick stains on his dress shirts from his trip to Chicago. Tears
welled up and she blinked them back. In his pants pockets, she found spare
American change, some dollar bills and quarters. She began his wash, trying
not to think about him and another woman.
She began to gather her own laundry when she stumbled on his
suitcase from his trip. She had stubbed her big toe on something hard in there.
Usagi curiously opened it and stared inside. It was a small safe. She
remembered enough from her childhood to know how to pick such a rudimentary
lock. Usagi searched her room and found a bobby pin and a paperclip.
She slid the paperclip up and the the left, searching for the catch,
as she slid the bobby pins downward and to the right. She was greeted with
the telltale clicking as the pins caught and the box was unlocked.
When she opened it, she was pleasured at the sight of about 3,000
dollars American. She flipped through stacks of money and ran the numbers
in her head. Make that about 4,500, she thought.
Her head snapped up to the clock and noticed it was about time for
her lunch. She was about to shut the case when an idea lodged itself in
her head. A song came on the radio she was listening to and she had to laugh.
"A terrible thought has moved into my mind.
Like an unwanted roommate drunk on wine.
It feeds on my happiness, won't pay the rent.
I must take proper measures to evict it."
Her head slowly turned back to the money case and she nodded. Take
the money. She counted out 2,000 American dollars and stood. You're crazy,
logical said. Logical was always the voice that told her to stay with Kenji.
Do it, Illogical said. Illogical was the voice of reason for her. it had gotten
her out of tough situations when she was younger. She smiled, grabbed her purse,
and walked out the door, leaving the radio on and the laundry going.
As she began her walk, she passed several houses of people that she knew.
She waved as they said hi, and asked how she was. She replied and said that she
really had to be going. They nodded and waved again, and she walked away, feeling
happier. Until the thought came that Kenji had very dangerous friend. Kenji knew
how to find people. Kenji would find her. Kenji already knew what she was doing.
She walked a little faster, her heart pounding harder. Maybe if she walked fast
enough...