Orphan
Disclaimer: If I owned Weiss Kreuz and Sailor Moon, why on EARTH would I be writing fanfiction?!?!?
A/N- I have never seen Weiss Kreuz, so if there are some faults in their characters, please tell me so I can make the necessary changes.
Usagi was the only survivor of Chaos. She hadn`t been aware that senshi could actually die. They had all thought that they were practically immortal. No matter what happened, they all thought they would be reborn. They had proven themselves wrong. Usagi`s family had been killed as well. Their home had caught on fire and all that was left were jet black ashes. Usagi was sent to a church/orphanage. The building was run down and the only others there were too young to offer any real companionship. Eventually, the smaller ones had all been adopted and Usagi was the only one left. No more orphans came because a cleaner, safer orphanage was opened across town. Being alone all the time wasn`t so bad, but the nights were awful. The orphanage was right next to the cemetary where where the other senshi, Mamoru, and her family were buried.
Usagi was forced to continue her schooling. That wouldn`t have bothered her if she could have had more friends. She was afraid of losing someone else, so she closed herself off from everyone around her. After her first week, no one would speak to her, except to taunt her. One girl found out that she lived in the orphanage, and by the next day everyone else knew it too. They all said that her family didn't want her, so they sent her away. That hurt most of all,because Usagi blamed herself for not being there the night they died.
She had to walk to school, by herself, everyday. On the way back "home" she noticed a crowd of girls surrounding a flower shop named "Koneko no Sumu Ie". She moved closer to see what all the commotion was about. When some girls from her school noticed her they all grinned and started chanting, "Dirty Orphan! Dirty Orphan! Go away, you smell!!" When the rest of the girls in the mob heard them, and saw her, they joined in, "Dirty Orphan! Dirty Orphan! Go away, you smell!!"
Usagi wasn't just angry, she was sad as well. The two were made for a bad combination. She punched the girl closest to her, and reached for the next one.The girl she hit was being supported by her friends' arms.
Yohji looked up when he heard the girls start chanting. He saw what he thought was a short, thin boy standing with his head down. He had unusual silver hair with black streaks, cut short, and he was wearing the local school`s uniform. (A/N- "He" is wearing the male uniform.) Yohji was just feeling a wave of pity for the boy, when he saw "him" hit one of the girls. Yohji ran out the door, and pinned the boy's arms to his sides as he reached for the other girl. He asked the lovestruck schoolgirls if they were alright. They started swooning over him and he grinned. To keep a better hold on the "boy", who was now struggling violently, he wrapped his arms around the boy's chest, keeping his arms pinned to his sides. Yohji scrunched up his face with confusion, before shouting, "You`re a GIRL?!?!?!"
She frowned deeply and said, "Well I'm obviously a girl. Now would you kindly REMOVE your hands?"
"Why on earth would I want to do that?" Yohji said, getting over his shock and allowing the familiar lazy grin to spread across his features.
"Because I asked politely, of course. Don't you have any manners? Or are you just a shameless pervert who has a thing for underaged girls?" she asked, ignoring the various scowls aimed in her direction. The gathering of girls had stopped swooning over 'Yohji-the-Brave' and were now getting upset. Some of the girls were secretly planning to catch Usagi alone in a dark alley and scratching out her eyes. Others were hoping that she would catch a fatal illness and die a painfilled death.
"I hope you don't think that. I don't want for your friends to get the wrong idea, since I'd like for them to see us together tonight. What do you think? Does seven sound good to you?"
Usagi's face was slowly becoming redder than an over ripe tomato. Even though, she said "Does NEVER sound good to you? And I no longer have this thing you call 'friends'. I will ask you again to remove your hands. You are invading my personal space and I need air."
"I'm sorry, I thing I heard you wrong. Did you just ask me if 'never' was okay? I think I must be hearing things. You know…"
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!!!!!!!!!" Usagi was quickly getting tired of this pointless conversation.
The older folks walking down the sidewalk glared at Yohji. He looked up as innocently as he could and asked, "What'd I do?" That caused another swooning fit to pass through the girls. He grinned at all of them again.
"YOHJI! INSIDE, NOW!!!!" Aya's unmistakable, cold voice sliced through the air like a sharp knife through butter.
"Ahh, I gotta go, babe. Could you stop by if you're going to pass by this way again?" Yohji was stalling and they all knew it. He may be lazy, but he could talk the ears off corn stalks.
"NO, and DON"T call me 'babe', psycho. I hope I never have to suffer through seeing you again. Goodbye."
"Just ONE last question!! PLEASE?!?!" Yohji was hoping that she would like this. It usually worked for him, and today was GOING to be his lucky day or his name was Schuldich. Which it wasn't, and he prayed it never was.
"Will you let me leave?"
"Only if you answer. I couldn't bear to ask a perfectly reasonable question that deserves an answer and not get some sort of decent reply."
"I'm not promising anything. Ask your question so I can go." To say the least, Usagi was fed up with him. She was starting to seriously considering running for the hills and leaving all her meager belongings to a squirrel she saw across the street.
"Alright, I'll ask. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
A resounding SMACK turned quite a few heads of the people walking past. Yohji lifted his head, now sporting a bruise on his cheek, just in time to see Usagi march away in a huff.
-Hotaru. I thought that it was about time I got to work on re-writing this. I hope that it turns out a little better the second time.