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Author Notes: I changed my name from 'Lady Angel' to Priestess Exterminator Sachiko. Anywho, sorry for the four month delay but having accelerated classes, a crazy family, and a blood thirsty band teacher ain't helping any, okay? By the way, I've gotten very into Inu Yasha lately (the show, too) so look for more fanfiction on that, too, by me. By the way, Miroku and Inu are much hotter than Mamoru could ever be... *don't shoot me* This will be a short chapter because it's late and I'm tired.
Usagi braced herself as Haru turned a sharp corner and damned near crashed into a man on the side walk. She knew he was a rebellious driver but for the love of all that was holy, did he have endanger ever person near (or in) the damnable car? She sighed and relaxed a bit as he was forced to stop at a red light. She glanced over at him and saw the distraught look on his face, knowing that he was not only angry at her but worried about Aki. Well, at least her friend took his mind off of what happened only ten minutes before...not that it was a good thing she was hurt.
After dwelling a bit more on her thoughts of Haru and Aki, she decided to think about Mamoru. She looked to the side (Haru was in front with Shujuku) and noticed that Mamoru was staring intently at her. She looked away immediately, blushing. She closed her eyes and leaned back thinking of how much she loved how he used to look at her when they were dating. She reveled in the memory, cursing herself for throwing Haru and Mamoru into some type of love triangle. She gasped as the car came to a harsh halt. She opened her eyes and saw that they had already arrived at the hospital. She unbuckled her belt and slid out of the door on her right.
The group ran into the hospital and Shujuku immediately showed them to Aki's room. Once they arrived, the three others who had not seen dear Aki before were surprised at what they saw. Haru and Usagi's dearest friend didn't look like her sunny vibrant self at all. She didn't look like the happy-go-lucky yet shy girl they had grown to love. Instead she looked like a lifeless old woman living out her final days. Her hair was stringy and tangled; drench in blood. Her face was covered in the crimson substance as well, mingled with dirt and what not. Bruises graced her once rosy cheeks and her closed eyes had small gashes beneath them. Her hands were cut and her shoulders were still bleeding through the bandages.
Usagi looked as if she were to cry and unconsciously, protectively, Haru placed his arm around her, he too holding back threatening tears. Mamoru, always being the compassionate man that he was, looked at the girl with sympathy and silently said a prayer to...well, to any holy being that might help this drastic situation. Aki's mother had sat down and was burying her head into the girl's sheets. This was a sad scene indeed. All thoughts of murder were erased from both the young men's minds and thoughts of love affairs and what not disintegrated from a certain bunny's head. They stood silently and only the sound of Aki's heart monitor could be heard.
Usagi leaned into Haru's embraced and whimpered slightly. How could this of happened. Why her, why now? My life is a living hell... my choice between Haru and Mamoru will have to wait. Right now, my best friend needs me.
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