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Disclaimer: Sailor moon=not mine. Duh.

Chapter Five: All Your Fault

The elevator doors chimed and opened, and Seiya walked down the hall to Usagi's apartment door, alarm building when he noticed it was halfway open—after what had happened with Mamoru the other night, he knew that she wouldn't leave it open like that. She had been too afraid and jumpy lately to even leave her apartment, her blue eyes filled with a hallow fear and desperation.

Mamoru hadn't tried to call and Usagi hadn't bothered calling him, Seiya knew, after having spent that night with her and then coming to visit her everyday. Her ribs were healing fine, none of them seemed broken and her eye was fine except for the dark blue and purple bruise around it.

Seiya pushed open the door.

"Usa?" He called out, "Usa? Are you here?"

Panic started to build in his chest when all that met him was silence—empty, echoing silence—something that was absent in Usagi's presence. He walked slowly down the hall, his stomach in knots. "Usagi?" He called out, his voice cracking.

There was a light on in the living room, and he breathed in relief when he saw the top of Usagi's blonde head peeking from the edge of the couch, knowing that the past couple of days had worn her down and that she was probably just sleeping.

He walked over to stand behind her. "Usa—,"

His words were cut off when he saw the blood in a pool on the carpet. Usagi was lying on the couch in a pool of blood, her eyes closed. Blood was dotted all over her face, and was dripping from the fingers hanging over the edge of the couch.

Seiya looked at his sleeping angel in horror, seeing for the first time the gaping wound in her chest.

"Usagi?" He choked out, dropping to his knees beside her still figure, gathering her body into his arms, his hands clutching and then covering her wound, "Help!" He yelled, tears beginning to gather in his eyes. "Someone fucking help me!"

Tears started to flow from his eyes and drop on her still face. "Usagi, hold on—someone fucking help!" He yelled hoarsely, trying to find her pulse with his fingers. "Fucking help me! God, oh God—Usagi, Dumpling…Jesus---Someone help!" He sobbed out when he couldn't find a pulse. "Usagi!"

He rocked back and forth, desperately grasping her body to his chest, broken sobs tearing from his mouth. He kissed her bloody face, covering her closed eyes with kisses, his tears mingling with the blood. "Usagi…fucking…Dumpling—Usa--," He sobbed, running his hands through her matted hair, desperately trying to wake her up, "Baby, baby, hey…wake up, now…Its okay—I'm here…Usa, come on—,"

Taiki rushed into the room, his hair a mess, and his eyes wild. They widened in shock and then despair when he saw his friend holding Usagi in a pool of blood, Seiya's broken sobs and pleas churning his heart. He dialed 911, and then ran to kneel beside Seiya. "Seiya let me see her." He said gently, pulling the girl's limp form from his friend's arms. His heart sank when he couldn't find a pulse and his face blanched when he saw the amount of blood on the carpet and the gash in her chest.

Seiya's hands were all over her body, smoothing her hair and gently stroking her small, limp fingers. "She's fine, isn't she? See? She's only sleeping; I think she's in shock. She'll wake up in a while and be fine—won't she? She's fine." Seiya mumbled his voice wracked with hysterical pain.

Taiki watched, tears blurring his eyes as he watched his best friend fall apart, murmuring and whispering to the girl whose hair was stained red from the blood and whose body, once so full of life and warmth, was growing cold. He watched as Seiya sobbed her name and held her to him again, rocking back and forth, weeping uncontrollably into her neck.

He watched helplessly as the medics arrived and pulled Seiya away from Usagi's body, one of them having to hold him back as they tried CPR, and then using shocks to try to start her heart. He watched as they got a heart beat and loaded her small body onto a stretcher, rushing her from the apartment to the hospital, leaving a hysterical Seiya behind.

"Seiya, I'll drive you." He said, putting a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. Seiya jerked away, his face devoid of emotion.

They drove to the hospital in silence and Seiya jumped from the car when they arrived, rushing to the emergency rooms, hoarsely demanding to see her.

The nurses tried to calm him down, somewhat alarmed by the blood soaked into his clothes and the pain that was evident in his eyes.

They put him in the waiting room, promising to tell him as soon as anything developed, then exited quickly, wringing their hands and shaking their heads. They knew that she wasn't likely to live, but none of them wanted to break the young man's heart.

Seiya paced the room, his hand constantly pulling at his hair, or yanking on his shirt.

Taiki sat in a chair, watching in silence. He had called Yaten, telling him of the situation, asking the shorter friend to call all of Usagi's friends.

They arrived, Rei first, her face full of panic. She rushed to Seiya, pulling on his arm and crying out for him to tell her what had happened. He told her, his voice low and wracked with guilt and pain. Rei's face paled and she pressed a hand to her mouth when she realized whose blood had soaked through Seiya's shirt and tears pooled in her violet eyes and she blinked rapidly to clear them.

Ami, Minako and Makoto ran in next, still in pajamas. Rei collapsed against their comforting embrace and the girls sat together, silent and withdrawn except for the occasional muffled sob.

Michiru and Haruka walked in next, Michiru holding onto Haruka's arm in a desperate attempt to keep the blond from pounding her fists into Seiya's face. "You bastard." She spit out, her green eyes flashing with hatred and anger. "This is all your fault. She was fine before you showed up. If anything happens to her, I'll fucking kill you." Michiru threw herself in between her lover and the tall man with dark hair and eyes full of pain.

"Haruka, he didn't do anything. Calm down." She murmured, running her fingers over Haruka's face. "Let's sit down."

Haruka shrugged off Michiru and went to pace in the corner, her face full of guilt and anger and pain. Michiru watched helplessly as her lover torn herself apart with worry. It was no secret how much the older blond cared about Usagi and would do anything to protect her.

Seiya finally sank into a chair nearest the door, cradling his face with his palms. This was all his fault. If he hadn't come back…his thoughts raced back to the morning after Mamoru had beaten up Usagi.

//Flashback//

"Dumpling…Usa…"

Usagi stirred and rolled over away from the voice that was intruding on her sweet dreams of a tall man with dark hair and liquid blue eyes. She buried her head under the pillow in an effort to go back to the world of dreams and into his waiting arms but the dream was gone.

She groaned and smashed the pillow down on the back of her head, her mind realizing how much her body was aching.

"Usa, its time to get up!" The pillow was snatched away along with the covers and Usagi curled into a little ball, the warmth of her blankets suddenly gone.

"Usagi! You have to wake up—now!" Seiya plopped down on the bed beside her, holding a bowl of oatmeal in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other. "Here, look, I made you breakfast."

Usagi peered at the unappealing bowl full of brown slop and wrinkled her nose. "I hate oatmeal." She muttered and sat up, sucking in breath when her ribs screamed out in protest.

Seiya's supportive hands were there in an instant, covering her ribs and helping her lean back against the head board. Usagi sighed in relief when the pressure was off of her ribs and tried not to breathe as much, as it caused a sharp shooting pain in her right side.

She looked at Seiya for the first time—really looked at him. His hair was a mess, tousled as though he had slept on the couch all night and his left eye was rimmed with a bright purple bruise.

She reached out and lightly touched his bottom lip, which was split and swollen. "Seiya, did Mamoru give you this?"

He shrugged and set the bowl of oatmeal on her lap. "It's fine. I know you don't like oatmeal," He said apologetically, handing her the spoon, "but it's really the only thing I know how to cook and you need to eat something."

Usagi shook her head. "I'm really not hungry…why are you still here?"

"You asked me to stay, remember?" He asked, his blue eyes searching hers. Her face was discolored with ugly bruises, but her eye wasn't completely swollen shut like it was last night.

After she had gone to sleep he had spent a fitful night on the couch, his mind and body calling out for Usagi. He had wanted to crawl into bed with her and hold her in his arms but had restrained himself. Early in the morning he had finally fallen into a restless slumber, but had dreams of Usagi on the floor, blood pouring from her mouth as Mamoru knelt over her with a knife.

He had awoken at nine with a start, his heart pounding, and then decided to check on Usagi. She had been sleeping peacefully.

"I remember." Usagi said softly, bringing him out of his thoughts.

//End Flashback//

Seiya shook his head. If only he hadn't talked to her about her paintings. She wouldn't have decided to tell the media. Maybe Mamoru would have left her alone.

//Flashback//

"Usa, we need to talk." It had been later in the day. They had decided to go to the carnival, to take Usagi's mind off of Mamoru. They were on top of the Ferris wheel, looking down at all the people so far below.

She had turned and looked at him when he said that, her eyes questioning. The bruise on her right eye was covered up with makeup and he could barely see the purple.

"I know about your paintings." He had said softly, watching as her eyes widened with shock and then fear.

"You what?" She had asked her voice cracking.

"I know how you are T. U."

"Ho—How?" She asked her face full of bewilderment.

He smiled. "Taiki bought your self portrait and its hanging in our living room. It looks exactly like you."

She had turned to stare out over the fair, and he could almost see her mind trying to find some excuse. "Usa, your paintings are beautiful. Why didn't you tell anyone?"

She had shaken her head, still trying to comprehend that he knew who she was and what she did. "Mamoru thought they were disgusting. He hit me for saying that I thought they were beautiful. I couldn't imagine what he would do if he found out I had been the one painting the disgusting scenes."

Seiya had felt anger building in him. "Your paintings are amazing—they speak to this part of me that I never even knew existed…it was like you were looking into my soul and painting the emotions into images. I've never felt that for a painting before, and neither has most of the world… that's why they love you. Well, they would love you if they knew who you are."

Usagi had shaken her head again, holding the stuffed lion that he had won closer to her chest. "I can't. Mamoru would kill me."

"Usa," He had whispered, leaning forward until their foreheads were touching. "I would never let him."

Her breath had rushed out against his lips, her blue eyes wide and soft with longing and hope. "You wouldn't?"

"I promise." He whispered against her lips and then their lips were touching and she was opening her mouth under his, hungrily taking his promised protection and giving him her heart unknowingly at the same time.

//End Flashback//

She had called Jon Davis that night, explaining to him who she was and that she had another painting for him almost ready. The next morning the world had known the real name of T.U.: Tsukino Usagi, a young woman who painted the heart's emotions onto canvas.

Seiya ran a hand over his eyes trying to clear the tears. He wouldn't cry in front of Haruka or any of the other girls. Usa was going to be fine, she would be fine. They would go home and he would ask her to marry him and she would paint the world's beauty forever. She was going to be fine.

Seiya choked back a sob and buried his face in the palms of his hands.

Okay- I know that took a weird turn and all but I hope you don't think it's too bad. I wasn't originally going to write it exactly this way but I was having trouble making it work out. Hopefully you won't send flames or anything—just nice, constructive criticism. ^_^

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