One Is the Loneliest Number

Disclaimer: I do solemnly swear, that by the power vested in me by my Discman, I have not, nor will I ever, own sailor moon. It belongs to the wonderfully talented Ms. Naoko Takeuchi and Bandai and yeah, all those other companies. "One is the Lonliest Number" is the title of a song remade by Filter, featured on the x-files soundtrack. I own neither the series, nor the song, though I do have a copy of the cd.

A/N

Hey guys, heeheehee….OMG!!!! Please Do not kill me!! I am sooo sorry! I know, I know, it's been forever since I last posted a chapter! (Yeah, I'm such a weenie)! I actually have no real excuse, except, I rewrote this chap like soooooo many times, and was unhappy with it each time. I like this one the best, so I'm posting it. If its no good (which I can completely understand!!! So tell the truth when reviewing, k? My goal is to be a better writer, so imma need your help! You enjoy it? Review. You just wanna review?? That's ok too!) So, yes. This next part seriously shouldn't take as long…probably…ok! So im lazy! Please forgive me!!

Oh! And great thanks to alll of you who read and care enough to comment! I can't remember all your names right now, blush*, but I think there was a person named Sylyne, (n.o.m.b., but izzat ur real name? It's very pretty!) Who pointed out the many paragraph failures and grammar problems. K. Part was my fault, the other part was from this 2decade year old computer which luckily hasn't quit on me yet. So yes. Thank you very much for that (no, im not being sarcastic, btw J ) I'm really sorry to all the others!! I forgot to write your names down! But I will x-tra special thank you next chap. In fact, this chap is dedicated to you! So, without further ado, read on!

P.s. Some readers may find this chapter particularly offensive. You have been forewarned. If you do not like scenes with rape, then please, don't read this chapter. It's not particularly graphic, but again, if it disturbs you, don't READ it. Thnks.

Numbness. Few have ever truly reached this point of desperation.

There are, of course, the noted cases of mistaken realities; one has been launched so far into ones memories, they fail to react to the world.

Or perhaps, the example of pain would be more useful. An aching, not only of the body, but also the soul; the heart can no longer function. Simply beating its never-ending song. It can no longer love.

Love. What good has this feeling ever brought? Love is used to twist hearts, to cut deeper than any knife, to inflict as much damage as it can. Love is no better than a plague of locusts. Swarming, clinging, and never letting go.

I only love to hate.

The heat of the shower has been long forgotten. Its icy attack splashed dully against her skin. Yet, she felt as if a poison was dousing her.

"You have to wash your hair out, sweetie."

She gulped. His hand trailed slowly up her arm, draping lightly around her shoulders. "Why so tense darling? Don't you remember? You asked for this."

His voice was acid. It burned through her ears, through her brain. Ringing. Constantly ringing. She shook her head fearfully, muttering a soft "no" in protest. He frowned.

Moving his hand from its resting-place, he traced the delicate line of her collarbone, settling his fingers in its center. He applied a light pressure, eyes glued to her. She flinched slightly. Grinning, the pressure increased.

"Remember now?" She only stared at him, face flushed. He sighed. "Usa, I don't understand why you make us go through this ordeal each time." She narrowed her eyes, drawing her lips to a firm line.

"Y-you, you have t-to leave now…" she stuttered. "This isn't…y-you…can't--"

"C-can't w-what?" he mocked. She cringed slightly. "Since hen are you the expert on anything, huh?" She tried to pull away, but he grabbed her with his opposing arm. "Listen, little girl," he hissed. "You think you can just lead me on all these years, then deny me now?"

She whimpered softly. "I didn't…I was a baby…"

He laughed. Not a kind laugh, in fact, it was almost a cackle. The water flowed in tiny streams down his face and onto his cloths. His eyes pled insanity as he opened them wider, staring at her naked form. Then, another sensation stirred inside him. It was one Usagi knew all to well.

Her blood ran cold as she was forced into the dank depths of her memories.

Mama? Mama, where did you and Daddy go? Mommy!

I pray for them, but they aren't coming. Maybe uncle Danny's right; maybe they really don't care…maybe they did want to leave me…alone. All alone.

"Oh, Luna." I huddle closer o my kitty. She'd never leave me. Never.

The door creaks open behind me. I can feel the light from the hall shine on me. I can also hear footsteps. Soft, as if to not awaken me.

I squeeze my eyes shut, ignoring the wetness which pours from them.

"Hey sweetie," says a husky voice. He lifts me from my blankets with one hand, throwing Luna of with the other. I gasp and cry her name. "Thought you were awake." My eyes are still tearing. Poor Luna. Why does he always hurt her?

"L-leave Luna awone!" I hiccup. I try to sound as mean as I can. But its not easy for a toddler to intimidate a full grown man.

His eyes grow shady; losing focus. For a moment, relief fills me. Finally! I think. I've won. Then, I see him smile. That horrible ugly expressing melts across his face, making me wonder why the good Dan always leaves when we're alone.

"Time for your treat," he breaths. I start to shiver. His hands slip to his pants, and slowly, he undoes them, slipping them to his knees. I feel fear paralyze me. "You asked to never be alone. I told you I would keep you company…for a price."

Quiet moans escape from me. I beg with him to go.

"Uncle D-Danny…" His eyes look angry. I cry harder.

"Don't make me say it again." His voice is sharp and edgy. He grabs my head and pulls it forwards.

I can't breath! I pray to pass out; no such luck.

He pushes me further and firmer. I gag and choke a few times, which angers him. My bum hurts from where he's beaten me.

Idon'twannabealoneIdon'twannabealoneidon'twannabealoneidon'twannabealoneidon'twannabealoneidon'twannabealoneidon'twannabealoneidon'twannabealone I DON'T WANNA BE ALONE!!

Usagi rolled over, bile spewing from her mouth. Dan nodded in satisfaction.

"Remember now, huh?" She coughed a few more times, pulling her legs to her chest. His eye twitched in annoyance. Grabbing her hair, he yanked her head back painfully. "Huh?" he repeated. She nodded feverishly. Beaming, he released his hold, causing her to cough again. "That's all right, I suppose. After all," he paused, pulling up his pants. "To err is human, ne?"

Mamoru strode pensively down the hallway. Did I just hear voices? He wondered to himself. No, he shook his head. That can't be right. But man, Usagi sure takes a while in there.

He cast a worried glance to the door. Well, he reasoned. Might as well get some food ready then. After all, with an eater like Usa… he trailed off, chuckling softly to himself. Turning, he trekked downstairs to where nourishment awaited him.

"Well, better hurry up and finish in her then, Usa. Can't have your guest waiting to long." Casting her a friendly glance, he chortled. "Best be certain to clean up before you join us, ne? Oh! Best I follow my own advice!" He opened the door slightly, assuring himself it would lock as he closed it. "So you don't get any ideas, eh" he waggled his eyebrows, disappearing behind the wooden postern.

Usagi felt all self control flee her at that moment. Rocking herself rhythmically in a fetal position, her eyes bulged wildly from her sockets. She reached up, shakily with one hand, ending the flow of her shower. She rested her hand back in her curled position.

She could still feel him, his touch, his…taste. She retched again, and again, till her insides felt ripped and torn. Her soul was as raped as her body.

A feeling swelled within her: one of darkness and hatred. She shivered, swallowing her juices, trying to push that lump down. Slowly, it dissolved. Like it always did.

Dan shut his door gently. Striding to his mirror, he gazed at himself.

The man who stared back looked wet, sweaty and tousled. He blinked his eyes. Once, twice, three times. The mirror seemed to ripple in response, and his appearance gradually returned to that of his well manicured self.

He lifted his lip in a sneer.

"Soon. Very soon."