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Chapter Three
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"Sayonara Setsuna-mama!" Hotaru waved frantically up to Setsuna from outside the Magic Bus Hospital, shouting so that Setsuna could hear her through the opened window.
"Sayonara, Hotaru-chan." Setsuna's reply was soft, though the wind carried her words to Hotaru. "Make sure to prepare a room for Usagi-hime...and perhaps it would be best to prepare another room also," she paused, "Just in case."
"Hai, Setsuna-mama! I'll tell them as soon as we get home." Hotaru waved one last time before running to the yellow convertible that had stopped in front of her.
Setsuna watched as the convertible drove away from the hospital, one hand against the window. She stood there, before the window, back facing her princess for a long while before turning around, both hands wrapped around herself at the stomach.
Slowly, the chest of her princess rose and fell, rose and fell, only to rise again as she continued to sleep, oblivious to the truth.
"Get better soon hime-sama, onegai." She pleaded softly. From the corners of her eyes, she could see the flowers almost mockingly watch her princess and her eyes narrowed as her blood began to boil. The flowers, which were all her hime had left of the traitorous Tsukinos and weak Inners.
"Bastards."
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"Mesume." The soft whisper flowed out of her lips as a hymn, echoing hauntingly in the abyss around her.
Silver hair blew in a nonexistent wind, as the lavender eyes of a mother grew soft, watching over the image of her sleeping child. One pale hand reached out, almost as if to caress the sleeping girl in the scene, only to pull back.
"Mesume," pink lips curled into a delighted smile, "Soon, I will be able to hold you again soon, my darling mesume."
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"Demo…I don't want to!" Usagi whined.
"Gomen, hime-sama, but it's required." Setsuna apologized weakly. Usagi pouted.
"But I'll be fine!" She whined as Setsuna and Michiru exchanged exasperated, if amused glances. Seeing their glances, Usagi smiled faintly, before returning to the matter at hand.
"I'll be fine! I can probably get around faster without it anyways." Usagi looked at the said object with disdain. "Besides," her voice dropped, "I don't know if I can use it."
"How fast does this thing go, anyways?" Haruka inspected the wheelchair, before registering Usagi's words.
"Um…Koneko, I'm not the expert at this or anything," Haruka shot a glance at Michiru who she could have sworn had just snorted. But this was Michiru, the refined elegant senshi of the seas…her snorting was like Haruka wearing a dress…then again, the senshi fukus was almost like a dress…well, the part of the fukus that were present anyways. Haruka blanched as she realized everyone present was staring at her expectantly.
"Ahem," She smiled sheepishly, "I'm not an expert at this or anything, Koneko, but I'm pretty sure you just turn the wheels…that's what they do on t.v." She smiled lightly at Usagi, who stared at Haruka, confused.
"But Haruka, I don't think I can roll the wheels for too long." She explained and regretted ever saying anything, as Haruka grew excited.
"Then I'll just have to fix up the wheelchair for you Koneko. Don't worry, I'll make it as fast as my car for you. Oh, and I'll make sure you can use a remote to control it. Hm…I don't think you can get a ticket for speeding in a wheelchair…I'll have to build myself one to try it…" She smirked almost deviously.
"Um..right…" Usagi stared at Haruka for a moment, before turning to Michiru. "So, can I go now?"
"Of course, Usagi-san." Michiru smiled and began to wheel Usagi out of the hospital. "But you'll have to wait for Haruka to go get the car—no, Ruka-koi, you cannot install jet engines to Usagi-san's wheelchair! Now go get the car!" Michiru shook her head exasperatedly as Usagi giggled, watching Haruka sulk off to get the car, muttering about the unfairness of it all.
"You and Ruka-chan are so perfect together," Michiru smiled at Usagi's comment, only to frown as she heard the rest of the comment.
"Just like me and Mamo-chan."
"More so, hime." Usagi pouted at Michiru's reply.
"No one can be more perfect together," she sniffed indignantly. "And don't call me hime!"
"Usagi-hime," Setsuna came up from behind the two girls, "We have a room prepared for you at home. We'll stop by our shop first, so that you can see it. We have a room for you there also, so that you won't be home alone while we work and Hotaru is at school."
"Alright, Setsu-chan. Ruka-chan!"
As the car drove off, one last comment was flung into the wind.
"Don't call me hime!"
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"Ja ne, Ouka-san." Omi smiled sweetly at the blushing girl waving goodbye.
"See you tomorrow, Omi-kun," Ouka turned to leave, before turning back around.
"Omi, whose the girl with Ten'ou-san?"
"Girl?!" Youji was instantly hovering at the door, looking across the street.
"I didn't think they were opened today…their shop had been closed all morning." Ken wiped his hand on his apron, looking out the window.
"Get back to work," Aya walked by them, his voice a cold monotone.
"Isn't that Tsukino-san? Let's go say hi…maybe get a number…" Youji headed out the door.
"I want some of their flowers!" Ouka ran out, following Youji.
"Ten'ou-san!" Ken cried, running after the two.
"Well Aya…guess it's just us—" Omi trailed off as Aya stalked by him, intent on dragging both Youji and Ken back. Shrugging, he followed the red head after closing the shop.
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"Mina-san, this looks beautiful!" Usagi gasped, looking at the shop.
"Wait 'til you see how it looks inside Koneko, that's where all the flowers are." Haruka winked at her from beside the blonde.
"Why isn't this shop opened," Usagi yawned, suddenly feeling drained of energy.
"Well, we can't have it opened yet not be there," Michiru placed a soothing hand on Usagi's shoulder. "We wanted to check you out of the hospital today," she smiled. "Come on, we should go inside. Setsuna already went ahead."
"Mina-chan," Usagi smiled, her eyes a tired warmth.
"Mina-sama!" Usagi turned her head as she heard the feminine shout. A tall blond man Usagi recognized from the hospital stopped just a couple of feet in front of her, followed by the source of the voice, a young girl.
"Ouka-san," Michiru greeted with a nod of her head, "Kudou-san."
"Koudou-san," Usagi greeted as Haruka nodded her greetings. Curious, she cocked her head slightly to the side. "Watashi wa Tsukino Usagi," she introduced herself politely.
"Ouka." Ouka smiled, as bit put off by this strange girl.
"Ow! Aya, lay off the hair!" Youji pried Aya's strong hand away from his hair as the red head grunted.
"Ayaaaaa…" Youji whined ever so slightly.
"Oheyo," Aya grunted in acknowledgement. Haruka seethed.
"HEY! SHE SAID HI NOW ANSWER HER!" Aya turned to look at the seething Haruka, noticing the blonde girl in the wheelchair beside her.
"Hn…" He grunted at her, as intrigued as he was. Why was she in that wheelchair?
"Watashi wa Tsukino Usagi," She greeted, though at the end, it was interrupted by a large yawn and a cough.
"Koneko, are you tired?"
"Usagi-san, are you alright?" The others watched as Haruka and Michiru hovered worriedly over the ill girl.
"I'm fine," Usagi yawned. "Just tired."
"You should come inside then, Usagi-hime," Setsuna came out of the shop. She turned her attention to the others present, "You are welcomed to join us."
"Don't mind if we do, gorgeous." Youji winked at her, sauntering inside.
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"Mesume," the pale figure smiled serenely as she watched the events unfolding.
"Soon, mesume, soon."
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"I want this and this and..oooh! I want this too!" Everyone stood still, face blank, as Ouka seemed to go everywhere in the store at once, choosing the flowers she wanted.
"Oh, these flowers are all so pretty and different! I want them all!" She gushed.
"Gomen, Ouka-san, but we're not selling flowers today." Michiru apologized as Usagi wheeled to one of the bouquets.
"Ruka-chan, can I have this?" Usagi asked the racer, turning to show her the simple silver rose in her hand, edged with gold.
"Hai, Koneko," Haruka replied, her eyes soft.
"Arigatou," Usagi replied.
"HOW COME SHE GETS A FLOWER?!!" Ouka shouted, jealous. "SHE'S NOT EVEN PAYING FOR IT!!"
"Mina-san, where do you get your flowers?" Omi asked, intrigued by the flowers the bloomed before him. "I've never seen such colors on these flowers."
"We grow the flowers ourselves," Setsuna stated, choosing a few flowers from the displays.
"Here, Usagi-hime," Setsuna handed her a bouquet of pale lavender, silver, and white magnolias and day lilies.
"AGAIN SHE GETS FREE FLOWERS AND I GET NONE!" Ouka oozed with jealousy. "Huh?" She looked down as she felt a tug on her skirt. Looking down, she saw Usagi.
"Here," Usagi held her gold tipped silver rose out towards Ouka, "You can have this."
"Iie, Usagi-san," It was Michiru who cut in. "She does not deserve it," Michiru covered Usagi's hands in hers. "We bred that one for you, Usagi-san." She smiled gently at Usagi, and when she spoke next, it was directed towards Haruka and Setsuna.
"Usagi seems tired."
"I'm fine, Michi-chan," Usagi yawned. "Did you bring the flowers from mina-chan with you?" She asked.
"Hai," Setsuna answered, beginning to wheel Usagi up the ramp at the corner of the room. "You should rest before we bring you home, Usagi-hime."
"But Setsu-chan," Usagi's whine could be heard even as she was wheeled out of sight, "I haven't been out of bed in over a year!"
"What's wrong with Tsukino-san?" Omi asked, blushing as all attention was suddenly upon him.
"It's none of your concern," Haruka bit out, followed by a tense silence.
"Ouka-san," Michiru turned to address the young girl before her.
"Hai?"
"At no time are you to ever yell or be so cruel to Usagi-san," Michiru's cold gaze matched the steel in her voice.
"We don't welcome those that have any ill feelings towards Koneko," Haruka continued. "And have no problem teaching them a less—"
"Haruka!" Michiru interrupted, "no threats."
"But Michiiii," Haruka whined, stopping only when she saw the threatening gaze Michiru sent her. She looked towards the ramp as she heard Setsuna come down.
"She's asleep," Setsuna stated simply, before turning to address the others. "Please, follow me."
The others turned to each other, shrugged, then followed the tall fashion designer into another room.
"Have a seat," Setsuna gestured towards the plush white couches. Youji whistled.
"Whoa, we don't get a room like this."
"That's because you're men." Setsuna bit out, "And men have no taste." *AN- No offence. Some men happen to have very nice taste*
"Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee, water?" Michiru politely asked, already pouring some green tea and handing it to Setsuna.
"Arigatou, Michiru," Setsuna thanked the teal-haired girl, who offered a smile in response.
"No thank you," Omi and Ken smiled.
"How about a number?" Youji winked at Michiru.
"Four." She answered.
"Huh?" Youji blanched.
"You asked for a number, and I choose four." Michiru answered with a frigid sweetness. Ouka giggled.
"I'll have water, please." She sat down.
"And you?" Haruka turned her attention towards the cold red head, who said nothing.
"So…how do you know Tsukino-san?" Ouka asked, curious.
"She's a friend of ours," Michiru sat down next to Haruka on the love seat. "A very good friend."
"Koneko has the biggest heart of everyone," Haruka faintly smiled. "And the purest."
"Usagi-hime…is a very special person." Setsuna drank her tea. "And we'd protect her with our lives."
'We've given up our lives for her before, and we would again,' she vowed silently.
"Why was she in the hospital?" Omi asked.
"Why hasn't she walked in over a year?" Aya spoke his first words to the group present.
"I said—" Haruka was interrupted by Setsuna.
"Let them know, Haruka." Setsuna's voice held hidden depth.
"Setsuna, they don't ne—"
"Let them know." Setsuna's voice left no room for argument as the onlookers watched, somewhat confused. It was Michiru who spoke next.
"About a year ago, Usagi-san," Michiru's hesitation was not unnoticed by the males, "Was in an accident." She finished, thinking before she next spoke. "She was rushed to the hospital, comatosed. She woke up weeks later, with a slight concussion, but otherwise, fine."
"Then she got sick," Setsuna interrupted. "And her condition worsened. No matter what anyone did, she continued to grow worse and worse, until the day came when she couldn't even talk, let alone walk. Just as it seemed that she would never get better, she began to get better. The doctors said it was a miracle."
"But it wasn't," Haruka smiled. "Koneko is a fighter and a stronger person. She fought for her life, and with the flowers, she lived. We knew she would pull through." She finished fondly.
"Hai, but she never fully recovered. To this day, she does not have the energy to walk more than a couple of minutes at most. She tires so easily…" Michiru sighed, leaning against Haruka, whose arm was around her waist. "She's nothing like she was before…she was reduced from the strongest person I knew to…to…a shadow."
Silence reigned in the room as all digested the information.
"Haruka-papa? Michiru-mama? Setsuna-mama?" The faint call from the other room broke everyone out of their silence.
"We should go," Ken got up.
"Hai," Ouka followed him, tailed by the others. As the last of the visitors left, Haruka turned to face the others.
"And she's still the strongest person I know."
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"So, what do you think of them?" Youji asked.
"They're strange. Probably just because they're so famous…it can make you paranoid, you know—there's a game on!" And Ken rushed off to watch the game.
"Omi?" Youji turned to face the youngest member of their group.
"They seemed nice." Omi hesitantly replied, his eyes sad. "Poor Tsukino-san, though I wish I knew what really happened."
"You caught that too, huh?" Youji leaned against the wall. "You know…that Setsuna did say the internet can be a very informative place…"
"I don't know…that isn't right—"
"When has it stopped you before?"
"That was different!" Omi insisted.
"Oh come on, don't you want to kno—"
"Leave them alone." The two turned to face Aya, surprised.
"Aya?" Omi looked at the red head, confused.
"Leave them alone. It's none of our business." He coolly replied back, leaving the room with the shut of a door.
"He just keeps getting weirder and weirder," Youji mused.
"Yeah," Omi replied. "But something tells me there's more to him…"
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Aya leaned against the door, slowly letting out a large sigh.
Tsukino Usagi…
While he did not believe the excuse given by the new florists, he could not deny that something severe must have occurred if Usagi could barely walk.
'Comatose…' He thought. They had said she had been comatose…
Comatose…
Aya…his sister and only family left is comatose…
Comatose…
'Tsukino Usagi was comatose…'
'Aya is comatose…'
'Tsukino Usagi woke from her coma…'
'Aya will wake from her coma…'
With new hope, Aya left the room.
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"Oh minna, I love it!" Usagi breathed, looking around her new bedroom.
"I'm glad, Usagi-hime. I thought you would like it." Setsuna smiled at the joy the princess expressed.
The large room was a pale, yet warm yellow. Large windows allowed a great amount of sunlight to light the room naturally, framed by long creamy curtains that dragged onto the carpeted floor. A gauzy sheet had been placed over the curtains, sparkling softly in the light. The king-sized bed was crowned with a soft white canopy that dragged onto the floor for an romantically elegant effect. The bed sheets was the softest pink of earliest dawn, pale almost to a soft white. Plush furniture had been carefully arranged to look welcoming, as overly stuffed pillows begged to be slept on against the couch. Flowers of all kinds decorated what it could in the room, giving the room an aroma of the fresh outdoor meadows.
"It's…amazing…" Usagi breathed.
"We decided that you would like your room to give the air of freedom, so we based it on the earliest dawn." Setsuna smiled as she watched her princess wheel around her room, one of the larger bedrooms in the house.
"The colors will hopefully give you the feeling of freedom, considering Setsuna said it would make this room appear airy." Haruka watched her princess smell the sweet aroma of one of the many bouquets decorating the room.
"And if that should not satisfy you, Usagi-san," Michiru smiled as she walked across the room to what appeared to be the largest window, completely covered by the curtain. Pulling the curtain to the side, she revealed that the window was, in fact, the glass doors that led onto a white balcony.
"We thought you would like it, Usagi-chan," Hotaru smiled, as she excitedly opened the door for her awed princess.
"It's a garden view, Usagi-chan, so you can always have the flowers!"
"Mina-chan," Usagi breathed, and when she wheeled around next, her eyes were teary. "Domo arigatou, mina-chan, domo arigatou."
"You deserve it Koneko," Haruka and Michiru's eyes were soft.
"Hai, you deserve it, Usagi-hime, you deserve it and so much more," Setsuna smiled gently.
'So much more...'
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"White hunters of the night, deny--" The television screen went blank as Manx turned it off.
"Your mission is to free Tsukino Umino and eliminate his capturers."
"Tsukino eh? Wonder if he's related to Usagi." Youji wondered.
"Usagi?" Manx questioned.
"She's a girl we met at the hospital." Omi supplied. "What do we do with Umino once we free him?"
"It's up to you. Just make sure he's safe." Manx ordered.
"Why did they want him anyway?" Ken questioned.
"He is the oldest son of a respected photographer. Money, why else? Do you accept this mission?"
The four boys exchanged glances.
"Hai."
"Great, here is everything you need to know for this mission." Manx handed Aya a thin folder.
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"Get ready boys, we're going somewhere tonight." Crawford looked at the three males before him.
"Where are we going?" Nagi, the youngest and most innocent asked.
"Takatori wants a Tsukino Umino."
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"She's asleep," Michiru turned around to face the others.
"One of us should stay behind, just in case…" Haruka gravely stated.
"I will," Hotaru volunteered, continuing at the uncertain gaze of the older three outers. "I can protect Usa-chan with my glaive if anything happens,"
"Iie, I'll stay." Setsuna decided. "Usagi-hime would know something is going on if Hotaru is left home alone. Should anything happen, I shall be able to protect her, and if she should awaken, she will believe that you two," She faced Haruka and Michiru, "Took Hotaru somewhere. She will not worry."
"Alright, Setsuna. Hime, I'm only letting you come because Michi…persuaded me to, but if anything happens, you will nev--"
"Haruka!" Michiru warned as Hotaru giggled.
"Henshin, minna. Leave quickly and remember, don't let any side get him," Setsuna commanded quietly.
"Hai," The other girls nodded, silently calling out their phrases and leaving.
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"You'll never get away with this! Do you know who my father is?! He's--"
"Shut up!" The guard slapped Umino, who immediately grew meek.
"That boy, think he's tough one minute, the next, he's a whipped puppy," Another guard muttered, before falling down dead as an arrow pierced his heart.
"Joe? Jo--" The first guard slumped dead, his back dripping with blood. Behind him, Ken wiped his bugnuk clean of the blood.
"That wasn't so hard…they only had two guards actually guarding him…and Aya took most of the others out." Youji shook his head, walking up to the terrified boy.
"What do you want?! Please, don't hurt me! I can give you money! Lots and lots of money! My father, he's well off! He's Tsu--"
"We don't want your money." Ken coolly stated, freeding Umino of the ropes bounding his hand and feet. "Our mission was to rescue you."
"C'mon," Youji turned around. "Let's go before they send out the other guards."
A loud siren rang throughout the complex just then.
"Okay, too late for that." Picking up the terrified Umino, Youji led the way out.
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"Aww…look like the kittens got here before we did," Sculdich nudged the dead body before him with the tip of his boots.
"They have our target." Crawford stated knowingly.
"Well…we'll just have borrow him then," Sculdich smiled dangerously.
"Taking Umino will make God cry…"
"Eh…sure, Farfello, whatever you say…" Sculdich turned and with a nod towards Crawford, followed the trail of dead bodies.
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"That's the last one," Youji wiped the blood off of his wire. They were on top of the building, having been chased there. Ken and Omi were on different sides of the roof, while Aya stood off to the side, surrounded by a litter of dead bodies, the unconscious form of Umino in his arms.
"Well well well, it's the kittens…" A voice drawled out from behind Weiss.
"Schwarz," Youji sighed. "And just when I was prepared to leave to…Can we make this quick? I don't look as good without sleep."
"You don't sleep often, do you Balinese?" The telepathic orange-head mused.
"You noticed? How sweet, but I'm sorry to say I don't swing that way," Youji teased, his eyes cold.
"Give him to us."
"Him? Which him? We're all 'hims' here. I don't think anyone here goes for guys other than you, though." Youji looked around.
"Give him to us." Crawford walked up, clicking the safety of his gun off.
"We are to protect Tsukino Umino, and that means we don't give him to people who will probably kill him." Ken stated, prepared to fight.
"Takatori will not kill one he thinks of as his own."
"Takatori," the hiss held an unimaginable amount of anger.
"Abyssinian, I see you're still as loathing as ever," Sculdich teased, before he grew serious as he saw the just awakening figure in Abyssinian's arms.
"I thought you were suppose to protect him, not knock him unconscious." Crawford stated, before pulling the trigger of his gun. Umino screamed.
The bullet raced towards the redhead, only to turn around midair and fly by Crawford as an extremely large gust of wind blew by.
"Tsk tsk, that wasn't very nice…" a low voice rang out from all around them.
Aya gripped the boy in his arms tighter as another gust of wind blew by, only to find that the boy was no longer in his arms.
Both Swarz and Weiss turned to face the newcomer. She was tall with short sandy blond hair. In her gloved arms, a startled Umino was slowly regaining color. Instantly, two figures appeared on either side of her, one a aqua-haired figure and the other, a black haired with violet highlights girl. All had on the same scant outfit.
"I didn't see this happening," Crawford muttered.
"Of course you didn't," The shortest of the three girls stated monotonously.
"Give him back…I'd hate to have to fight girls…" Youji drawled, "Especially such gorgeous ones…"
"Tsukino Umino is to return home. Not be left in the middle of nowhere," the teal haired girl looked at Weiss, "Or be brought to some power hungry big shot." She turned her gaze to Swarz.
"I see you can read minds too," Sculdich smiled charmingly, trying to read her mind. Letting out a startled scream, he clutched his head in agony.
"You can't read our minds. If you try, you'll only be hurt…perhaps you should continue to try…" The smile the blond girl sent him was cold, as she unceremoniously dropped Umino to the ground.
"Do you know who my father is, my father--"
"Does not deserve to live." The blond coolly interrupted Umino, who stared fearfully at her, before recognition dawned upon him.
"YOU'RE THE SENSHIS!"
"Baka…" the blond rolled her eyes and shook her head. "C'mon," she prepared to leave, spinning around to kick the red head who tried to stop her. The youngest looking girl stood defensively next to her, the teal headed one no where to be seen. Above them, the moon shone brightly, a small wind tousling their hair.
"You want him? Here, catch," She tossed him between the two teams, both scrambling to catch him.
Nagi froze him midair, only to have Bombay catch the shocked unconscious boy. What happened next was a blur. Balinese fought against Sculdich to keep the boy in Bombay's hand, only to have Bombay lose the boy as Nagi managed to grab him via his mind. Then Farfello, who was insanely chanting about God's tears, fought with the unamused Siberian. Abyssinian was already against Crawford, both fighting for the upper hand. Nagi and Bombay began to fight, after Nagi somehow lost Umino. All in a matter of seconds.
"I know you have him!" Nagi snarled, trying to kick Bombay.
"You have him," Bombay dodged the kick.
All the while, three females watched the chaotic scene from a different building for a minute or so, before turning to leave.
"When do you think they'll realized he's gone?" The youngest girl asked.
"Long after we're gone, Saturn." The teal haired one replied.
"Let's go before and bring him back to Tsukino while he's still unconscious." That said, the three girls leapt from one building to another. Before they were out of hearing distance, however, one comment allowed a ghost of a smile to play on their lips.
"THE GIRLS HAVE HIM!!"
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"Job well done…though I still don't see why we couldn't leave them a warning…" Haruka sighed, slinging an arm around Michiru's shoulder and holding Hotaru's hand with the other as they walked home.
"No matter what we feel about the Tsukinos, we cannot do anything to them. It would hurt Usagi-san," Michiru gently soothed the sulking blond.
"When do you think that boy realized I took Umino away?" Hotaru giggled, turning the corner and running the rest of the way to the house.
"Hotaru! What did I tell you about running?!" Michiru called out scolding.
"Let her go, Michi," Haruka ran her fingers through Michiru's hair. The rest of the way to the house was walked in a comfortable silence.
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"This morning, Tsukino Umino, heir to Tsukino Industry was found alive at the doorstep of his family's estate. Tsukino Umino is the oldest of son of Tsukino Kenji, founder and president of Tsukino Industry. Tsukino Umino had been kidnapped last Tuesday. Police are currently searching the building he claimed to have been held captive in, finding a grotesque sight. When asked how he returned home, Tsukino Umino claimed to have no memory of how--" Setsuna turned off the televison just as Usagi wheeled into the room.
"Good morning, Usagi-hime. How are you feeling?"
"Morning, Setsu-chan. Fine…is that pancakes I smell?"
"Hai, Usagi-hime," Setsuna and Usagi began their trek to the kitchen, Usagi laughing sheepishly as her stomach continued to growl.
"Morning minna," Usagi greeted the other outers as she entered the kitchen.
"Good morning Usagi, would you like some pancakes?" Michiru asked.
"Hai," Usagi smiled. "So what's happening today?"
"I have to go to school…" Hotaru made a face.
"Euk…do I have to go to school?" Usagi made a face also. Haruka and Michiru exchanged glances. They never discussed it.
"Iie, hime-sama," It was Setsuna who spoke. "You're not yet ready."
"Well if you say so Setsu-chan…who am I to tell you what you should decide…by the way, don't call me hime-sama." Usagi grinned cheekily.
"What are you going to do today then, Usagi-chan?" Hotaru asked.
"I don't know…"
"You can come to work with us, Usagi-hime," Setsuna suggested. "You can stay in the room we prepared for you there, or you can help us downstairs. We have a greenhouse if you wish to tend the flowers."
"Hai!" Usagi nodded enthusiastically, then paused. "Ano…can I go visit the company from yesterday?" She asked.
"The boys?! Why would you want to visit them!? Absolutely not!" Haruka sputtered.
"Of course, Usagi-san," Michiru threw a warning glance towards Haruka, who huffed and folded her arms.
"Whatever you'd like, Hime-sama." Setsuna smiled.
"I'm going to be late if I don't walk to school now," Hotaru looked at her watch, standing up.
"I'm driving you to school today," Haruka absently stated.
"Oh. School doesn't start for another thirty minutes but since you're driving Haruka-papa, we need to leave in--" The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Setsuna got up, leaving to open the front door.
Five minutes later, she had not returned.
"I wonder who that could be," Usagi wondered.
Ten more minutes passed before Setsuna entered followed by another guest.
"Who was it Setsuna-mama?" Hotaru asked, back towards Setsuna.
"Mesume," The silvery voice made Usagi drop her fork.
"Kaa-san?!"
"QUEEN SERENITY!?"
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End. Gomen minna! ^^;; I made this chapter extra long because it came out so late, demo…I wrote bits and pieces of it at different times so the quality isn't what I want --;;… heheh ^^;; review minna, onegai?
