KOBANWA! How are you mis amigos!? So what's up? Doing fine are you? This part of the story is sad and depressing… and it was so terribly well written that I had to give credit to my inspiration: First Love (Piano Version) by: Utada Hikaru. I hope you enjoy… and Oh yeah! There's one line in there that I don't own, it's from 'The Princess Bride' I just thought it worked so well, so I added it. And if you love the movie like I do you'll now what it is. Okay… um… I don't own Sailor Moon, and I hope you have a blast! Ja ne, Minna-chan!
Usagi was hurt. Not physically hurt, but emotionally hurt. Her spirit had been torn to shreds by this man. By the constant torment one mental thought of him put her through. She ran down the streets, gasping for breath and wanting deeply to just stop living in torture.
Her house was several more blocks and then she would be free to cry. Free to let her emotions go.
She wouldn't feel that freedom.
"You…" A voice hissed from the shadows of the ally next to her. Usagi's heart speed up and she gasped. A black shadow emerged from the ally, it was a tall, almost oozing cloud, of what looked like a powdered ink.
"You…" It said again. Usagi didn't know what to her. Her legs wouldn't move, and she couldn't run away. She watched in horror as the thing took a solid shape. Looking like some demented, deformed version of Godzilla, it began to approach her.
"You…" It said again, reaching out with one hand. Usagi screamed as it grasped her waist in one tight fist. Her breath was being cut off and she was fighting the ten-foot creature.
"Usagi-chan!" A voice yelled.
THUMP. Something knocked into her, releasing the grasp from her waist, and tumbling down to the ground.
"Usagi!" The voice called again. Usagi looked up into indigo eyes, barely comprehending any thought. Before she could speak a word, the thing let out and ear-piercing scream, and tumbled toward them.
Whatever had saved Usagi from the thing's grasp, was now shielding her with its body. The creature loomed ever closer and Usagi could feel a strange liquid seep through her clothes. Whatever had saved her, now pushed her out of the way of something terrible.
Her vision was getting blurry and daylight was becoming night…
"Usagi-chan? Usagi?" A soft voice asked. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked into two indigo stars. Her vision was slightly blurred and a deep pain etched its way across her stomach as she tried to move.
"Usagi-chan, don't move. It's okay," the voice said again. Usagi lay back on the softness under her body and tried to remember what happened. All she remembered was being attacked… and then… that thing… Indigo.
Her vision snapped into place as she looked over at the man kneeling next to her. He brushed some hair out of her face.
"Seiya? … You saved me…" she whispered. He had the courtesy to let a blush cover his cheeks.
"Hai…"
"You shielded me… from… that thing…"
"Hai…"
"What… else happened?"
"We were going to be attacked, but those… Sailor Senshi came. When the youma was gone, I took you to the hospital. You have a nasty gash across you stomach, they stitched you up and gave me some antiseptics to apply."
Usagi pulled down the covers to reveal that there was a very nasty looking gash across her stomach. It had been stitched, but the pristine sheets she had been lying in were now stained with blood. Usagi suddenly realized that she was only in her bra and underwear.
"Seiya!" She shrieked. Seiya let a blush cover his cheeks.
"Usagi-chan, Gomen-nasi, but the doctors-"
"Blast them! Seiya!" A deep blush worked its way across her cheeks.
He blushed, "They told me to-"
"Wait a moment," She interrupted, suddenly realizing that the surrounding were anything but familiar, "Where are we?"
"In my apartment, why?"
"YOUR apartment!?"
"No one was at you home!" Seiya suddenly yelled back. He'd gone through all this trouble to keep her safe and she treated him like he was some rapist! "I wasn't going to leave you there in your condition!"
Usagi blushed and her shoulders hunched. "Gomen, Seiya-san."
Seiya sighed, "It's alright, Usagi-chan." He took a cloth from the bed side table and soaked it with a foul smelling liquid.
"What is that?" Usagi said, making a face.
"Antiseptic," Seiya said, reaching down and pulling the covers from her. Usagi's face turned bright red with embarrassment as he pressed the cloth to her stomach softly.
"OUCH!" She gave a slight jump, and shielded her gash with her arm and hand. "You never said it would sting!"
"Usagi! It has to kill the bacteria," Seiya peeled away her hand and pressed the cloth back to her stomach. He tried to keep his eyes from wandering around her body, but he couldn't help but look. She was the most magnificent woman he'd ever seen, and it tore him apart inside to know that she wasn't his.
Slowly he pulled the cloth away, "Alright? Is there anything I can get you?"
Usagi looked innocently up at him and shook her head, her hands pulling the covers around herself tightly again.
"You sure?"
She nodded. Seiya smiled softly, "Try to get some more sleep, okay? I'll try to call your parents in a few hours. Do you want to call Mamoru-san?"
Usagi wanted to, but then something in the back of her mind told her no. So she shook her head.
"Are you sure?"
"Hai… Seiya?" She questioned before he walked out of the room.
"Hai?"
"Thank you… for everything."
He smiled, "Sleep well, Usagi-chan."
Usagi tried to sleep, but she couldn't. The events of the day swirled around her mind like a dust storm. The first time she saw Seiya in two months and this was what she looked like? Some battle-torn, blood-covered, rag-doll? Man, Seiya must really think she was ugly right about now.
She propped herself up on her elbows as well as she could, without hurting herself. The sun was shining at an angle and Usagi was sure that it was past seven. There came a soft knock at the door.
"You don't have to knock, it's your home," She said loudly. Seiya entered with a light blush across his face.
"I called your parents, they're out of town at your mother's third aunt right now. She's in the hospital. They said they wouldn't be back for another few days," Seiya said, kneeling next to her.
"So where am I going to go?" She asked. Seiya blushed.
"They told me to take care of you…"
"NANI!?" She shrieked, "You?"
Seiya rolled his eyes, "Usagi, I'm not going to try and kill you. You should know better then that."
"Yeah well, it's bad enough I'm suck with you now…"
Seiya growled a little, "Oh!? So everything's my fault now, ne?"
Usagi looked angrily at him, but said nothing.
"Forget it, I'm calling Mamoru-san to get you," Seiya picked up the phone by his bed and began to dial. Usagi reached over and snatched the phone from his grasp mid-dial. He looked strangely at her as she turned it off.
"Don't call, Mamo-chan… I don't want him to know I was being careless…" Usagi said, blushing deeply. Truth was… she didn't want to be away from Seiya, she was enjoying his attention, but she'd never let Seiya know that.
Seiya sighed, exasperated, "Forget it… I'll be in the study. If you need anything, just call." Usagi watched as he paused at the door, "I'll be back in a couple hours to reapply the antiseptic." He walked out and closed the door.
"I HATE YOU!" Usagi yelled after him. She swiftly covered her mouth with her hands. She didn't mean that did she?
Seiya walked back into the room, to look at her. A tear worked its way down his cheek, "Fine, go ahead and hate me, Usagi."
"Seiya… I didn't mean it… I'm just…" She watched as he left her to herself. Usagi felt alone now. Seiya… she didn't mean to say that. She was just frustrated… she couldn't move, or do anything for herself.
'You should be happy,' her common sense said, 'You're in his hands now. His caring, loving hands. And this is how you treat him?'
Usagi sat there for a long while, thinking. She didn't mean to say it… she wanted to apologize. Forcing her pain to the back of her mind, she pushed herself out of his bed and discovered her clothes folded neatly on the chair in the far corner. She dressed herself and walked to the door, each step a mountain of pain.
She opened the door silently and walked out, slowly heading toward the study. The door was open, allowing Usagi to peer inside. He was hunched over a mess of papers on a desk and she saw a tear drop or two fall on to them. She walked slowly up behind him.
"Seiya-san?" She questioned. He sat up straight and whipped around to look into her blue eyes.
"Usagi! You-"
"Shut up," She said sternly, then moved to sit on his lap and lay her head on his shoulder. He was surprised at her act of affection, but any affection from her he would gladly accept.
"Seiya, I didn't mean to say that… I don't hate you. I can't hate you…" her fingers played with his hair, "I'm just… frustrated. Thank you, Seiya, for taking care of me."
"Usagi… I-" Seiya was cut off as she pressed her lips to his. She was kissing him! Him! But… it was wrong, and he knew that. He pulled away quickly, "Usagi, I can't kiss you. You have a boyfriend."
She looked up at him innocently and blushed, "Gomen."
Seiya smiled softly then kissed her cheek gently. "Can I fix you something to eat, Usagi-chan?"
She shook her head, letting her eyes close as she rested on his shoulder again. She was suddenly very exhausted and only wanted rest. Seiya could tell by her silence, that fatigue was catching up to her. He knew it must have taken immense amounts of energy to push the pain aside to walk out to talk to him. And he was glad for every ounce.
Seiya kissed her temple when her eyes finally drifted shut. Smiling, he picked her up and placed her back in his bed to rest. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day. He smiled again as he went to cancel his lessons for tomorrow and the day after.
Usagi woke up later then usual the next day. Her body was sore as pain from her gash had worked its spinney fingers through out her body. The sun slanted in the room at a pleasurable angle and she let out a soft sigh.
She listened as the door to his room opened almost silently. Usagi, curious to see what he wanted, but not wanting to bother him, lay back on her pillow and pretended to be asleep.
He stepped into the room and smiled softly at her. Then he walked past her to his dresser, right across from Usagi, and she got a good view of what he was wearing: Almost nothing. He was dressed simply in a pair of boxers and Usagi couldn't help but stare at his muscular body. Had she known he looked that good, she would have never left him in the first place.
He pulled out a pair of khakis and a tee-shirt, then smiled once more at Usagi's 'sleeping' form, and walked silently out of the room. She sat up as she heard the water in the bathroom turn on.
'My dear lord!' Her mind screamed, 'Why in heaven's does he even dress?' She propped herself up on her elbows and sighed. This was going to be pure torture. She knew that if she tried to do anything with him, he'd refuse her. Like a gentleman. Life sucked!
Time passed and there came a soft knock at the door, "Usagi-chan? Are you up?"
"Hai," She said. Seiya walked in, his hair damp and his eyes twinkling as much as they always did.
"Ohayo, Usagi-chan," He smiled, sitting on the bed next to her, "How are you feeling?" The hypnotizing scent of soap wafted toward her.
Usagi traced her scar with a finger and winced, "Not good."
"May I?" Seiya asked, pulling off the covers and touching the hem of her shirt.
Usagi nodded nervously and weakly, then he pulled her shirt over her head carefully. Usagi's stomach churned in odd ways as he undressed her. It was so… different… but there was something about it. Something that made her heart beat faster, and adrenaline run thickly in her veins.
He covered a cloth with the foul smelling liquid again and pressed it to her bare stomach. She clenched her teeth lightly together and moaned. Seiya lifted it off after a while and brushed stray hairs from her face.
"Alright there?" He questioned, cupping a cheek with his hand. She nodded softly and Seiya helped her put her shirt back on. "I've got some medicine for the pain, but you have to eat first."
"Oh," Was all she said. Seiya knelt down next to her and picked her up 'Over the Threshold' style. She blushed deeply, and marveled slightly at his strength as he carried her with ease to the kitchen.
"Do you want anything particular for breakfast?" He questioned, setting her down. She shook her head slightly.
"Iie, Arigato," She said softly. Seiya smiled, and made her some pancakes, after she had finished he handed her a pill and glass of water.
"Here, Motrin eight-hundred, When you take this make sure that you've eaten within 30 minutes or this stuff'll tear your stomach apart, okay?"
She nodded and choked down the large white pill. She made a face and Seiya laughed.
"So…" She questioned, looking up at him with innocent eyes, "When do you expect my parents back?"
He smiled at her before taking a sip of his coffee, "The day after next. They're really worried about you and they said they'd call as soon as possible. Your mother was throwing a fit when I was on the phone with her."
"Am I in capable hands?" She questioned smiling.
Seiya chuckled, "As capable as they'll ever be."
Usagi smiled softly at him, "Seiya?"
"Hm?" He asked.
"Um…" She blushed deeply, "About the other month…"
"Hai?"
"What did you mean, when you said-"
"Usagi," Seiya cut her off, "I don't really have the emotional stability to be put under questions like that."
Usagi gave a start. His tone hadn't been angry, or upset, but simply a command. A command for her to not ask questions about it… for fear it would open an unhealed wound. Usagi's shoulders hunched and she sat in silence as Seiya finished his coffee.
"Gomen," She whispered after a while. Seiya sat there and sighed, then took her hand softly.
"Usagi… I can't tell you how I feel right now… and I wish I could but…" He looked at her, and took his hand away, "You wouldn't understand."
Usagi's head gave a jerk. Not understand? What wouldn't she understand? She wanted answers now!
"NO!" She yelled suddenly. Seiya looked up at her, surprised. She continued her talking, "Don't you tell me I don't understand! Why didn't you call me!? We could have worked this out!"
Seiya's lips pressed into a thin line and he stood up, "I don't have time for this." He began to walk away from his emotions, until Usagi yelled at him again.
"WHY!?"
Seiya whipped around at her, "I DIED THAT DAY!" He yelled suddenly. Usagi stood there in shock. Usagi didn't understand what he was telling her. He died that day…?
"Forget it… forget I said anything," Seiya said coldly, then walked away again, this time locking himself in the study.
A tear worked its way down Usagi's cheek as she watched the closed door. A strange sensation worked its way through her body as tears fell from her eyes. A feeling of deep loss. It was feeling she never wanted to feel…