(Written by Aideen-san! ALL BOW TO THE ALMIGHT AIDEEN-SAN! ... or just email her at christiewillows@aol.com )

Minna-san! Sorry for the long wait! ^_^

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Chapter Four: Deliver Me from Memories

Hideka Ken.

I knew him well. He requests that he be buried at the J-league Stadium under the goalie box. So that he always be near the sport he loved and played...

"She's gonna be mine, you know."

Ken shook his head, to clear his thoughts of his self-made eulogy, when his teammate spoke. His response. "Ne?"

Yohji glared at the soccer player. How could Usagi possibly go for someone as clueless as Ken. The beautiful blonde would be so much better off with someone like him. Handsome, suave and debonair. "Usagi, baka." He stated as if it explained everything. "She's in need of someone who would know how to treat her like a princess. Not teach her the finer points of coaching chibi soccer."

Ken scowled, his ego bruised. "She might like soccer! And kids!" He pointed out, not even bothering to point out, that he wasn't interested in the blonde. "It's better than an oversexed playboy!"

Both men glared at each other. Male pride refusing to let the other win the sudden match of male egoism. "Yohji-kun?! Ken-kun?!" Usagi's voice called out, "Omi-kun?...Aya-san?" The last name was said softly, as if she didn't want the red head to hear. Lucky her, Aya had stormed out of the apartment earlier.

Yohji glared at Ken one more time, before moving to leave in order to tend to Usagi. "Yohji-kun." The honey haired blonde, grudgingly looked back. "Usagi was only thanking me for being understanding. Nothing more." Ken explained

Yohji didn't say nothing as he left. Before entering his room, he thought. ~She should be thanking me. I saved her from the trash can!~

Usagi looked up sheepishly as the bedroom door opened. Noting Yohji's scowl, she immediately thought that she was the cause. "Gomen, Yohji-kun." She murmured softly.

Yohji blinked. "For what tenshi?"

"For being a hassle," Usagi sniffed, as she looked down at her hands "I don't mean to be."

Slowly Yohji's hand reached to gently cup Usagi's face. "Tenshi, you could never be a hassle," Usagi stared up at Yohji, as he leaned forward. She shifted her head to the side, as his lips brushed across her cheek.

"Yohji-kun?"

"Hai?"

"I need to go?"

"Where, tenshi?"

"The bathroom."
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He was jealous.

Absurdly jealous.

Of a bloody kiss on the cheek, no less.

Siberian, would do good, if he started watching his back. His sudden good luck with women wouldn't last, if he had anything to say about it. The blonde beauty was his, until he said otherwise. Balinese he could handle, for the honey haired man knew how to play the game of seduction. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to regret that little kiss...

Damn it all to hell. He sounded like an adolescent with his first crush. He created these emotions in people for his amusement, he did not participate in them. He was above it.

It was all her fault. Usagi Chiba. Beautiful without a doubt, but so were many woman. He should know, many of them had willingly gone to his bed. There was something else about her, something that eluded even his telepathic powers. And he hated that. He had forgotten when was the last time, he was in danger of losing the upper hand.

With Usagi, it was only a matter of time...

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Information on anyone was easy to come by, if you knew where to look. It was even easier to come by, when all you had to do was request it.

Aya quietly waited for the Kritiker agent to finish up his request as his thoughts went back to the young woman back in Yohji's room. Takatori's men were getting sloppy, if they missed a mere slip of a girl. But that wasn't his problem. If Takatori was foolish enough to let his guard slip, so let it be. In the name of Aya Fujimiya , he would be there, katana in hand and ready to strike.

"Abyssinian, its ready." The Kritiker agent, quickly explained how to use the equipment, before leaving Aya to his own devices. Aya stared at the information on the screen. Usagi was a lead, he was sure of it, whether she knew it or not. Aya continued to read about the young blonde. Nothing really interesting. He frowned at the date of her marriage. Very young. Mamoru Chiba must of had a thing for young girls.

The blonde might as well as lived the life of a hermit, according to the detail files before him. Either this husband of hers, was one very insecure individual, hiding his wife away like a miser with a gold nugget or he had a hidden agenda.

Aya quickly went to the next file...

From the looks of it Mamoru Chiba did have some secret intentions.

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Today was a day of embarrassments, Usagi decided as she channeled surfed. Really how many people could claim to be rescued from a trashcan, kiss a complete stranger, have a voice in her head flirt with her, and another guy flirt with her in the flesh. All that, without adding the eventful meeting of Aya and being carried into the bathroom by Yohji. Oh, well at least she was surrounded by people, instead of inanimate objects.

That was what Usagi grew to hate, when she was with Mamoru. She loved Mamoru, but she also hated him, for leaving her alone for so long. She didn't like to be alone, 'I'm sorry' could only help of so long. I'm sorry, didn't fill a lonely apartment flat like laughter and love...

"Daijoubu, Usagi-san?" a soft voice called out.

Usagi blinked, as Omi sat down besides her. She attempted to smile at the younger boy, "Daijoubu."

"Then why do you look so sad, Usagi-san?" Omi commented, as he observed the blonde.

"I lost everything, and it hurts," Usagi replied. "demo...what did I really lose that I really care besides my husband?"

"Memories." Omi stated quietly. "Memories are something almost everyone has."

"I have old memories then..." Usagi replied, remembering her high school "and now I have nothing! Do you know how much that hurts?" Usagi tried to blink back the tears that threatened to fall.

"Hai." Came the soft spoken answer. Usagi blinked, she hadn't been expecting that answer. Usagi looked at Omi, in that moment he looked so hurt and unsure that her heart went out to him.

"Do you-"

"But we can make new happy ones, ne?" Omi stated cutting her off. It wouldn't be fair to add to her problems, even if she was willing to listen to his.

"Happy ones?" Usagi repeated. Her Mamo-chan wouldn't want her to unhappy, after all he always said, he wanted her happy with smiles brighter then the sun. "We can start..."

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Three young men trudged up the stairs. "Awfully quiet up there." Ken yawned, a soccer ball tucked under his arm. That little comment put Aya and Yohji on alert. Yohji nodded to Aya, placing the crutches in front of them to use them as a weapon. Ken stared at his teammates from the middle of the stairwell, and shook his head.

Inside the apartment, Usagi and Omi sat stock still.

Back outside
"On three..."

Inside

"I don't think that was supposed to happen..."

"I don't think it should still be moving."

"You move pretty fast for someone with a broken ankle."

Outside

"One..."

Inside

"You should have really stopped me..."

"You said you knew what you were doing!"

"Didn't you see me throwing Kami knows what in there?!"

Outside

"Two..."

Inside

"Omi-kun, that isn't your color..."

"You, look like a ghost Usagi-san."

Soon fine powder and a dough-like substance was flying in all directions followed by laughter. The chaos ceased as the front door slammed opened, revealing Aya and Yohji ready to attack whatever intruder within.

Their intruder was in the form of a recently charred ceiling, a blacken stove that appeared to be...burping? and a small molehill of something that moved like jello and looked like a rock. That was without adding the two guilty parties. Omi, stared at his teammates as they stared back at him. Not surprising since he closely resembled the Creature from the Black Lagoon with shaggy blonde hair at the moment, while Usagi, awkwardly standing on her good ankle looked like, the soot covered version of Casper the Friendly Ghost.

"Would you believe we were trying to make cookies?"

Two heads shook their heads, as a third popped up. "You guys did better than my first time!" Ken laughed, ducking past his older teammates.

Four pair of eyes looked at him, wondering how could that be possible...

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With four pairs of hands, the disaster area was quickly cleaned, and while Usagi and Omi cleaned themselves up, take out was ordered. It was the safest route at the moment. Usagi smiled to herself, as she brushed her now clean hair. She hadn't had that much fun in what seemed like ages. She knew she was a bad cook, and whatever skills she had learned from Makoto were gone, since Mamoru almost never let her cook.

At the sudden thought of Mamoru, Usagi froze. How easily she had forgotten him...Barely twenty-four hours had passed and she was already acting like nothing had happened.

~You act as though it's the biggest sin in the world, fraulin~

If possible, Usagi stiffened even more. 'You!'

~Who did you expect? The tooth fairy?~

'Leave me alone!' Usagi started to brush her hair again, in a vain attempt to ignore.

~This again? Surely you learned already that I'm here, until I get what I what?~

'You want to kill me?!' Usagi, exclaimed, shivering with suppressed rage. Why was he playing with her like this? How dare he do this to her!!!

~Do I?~

'Get out!!!' Usagi could almost see him smirk.

~Did you have fun with little culinary adventure?~ Usagi just pulled on her borrowed shirt trying to continue on as though, there wasn't a strange voice in her head. ~Though fraulin, I must tell you...there a lot more fun things you could with food...Didn't your husband show you?~

Usagi's hand wrapped around the door knob when she was assaulted by vivid images. A blush crept across her cheeks, as she did nothing but stand there in disbelief. ~Ah! An innocent. Wouldn't you like to try?~

Usagi balked, at the light seductiveness that filled his voice. 'No!'

~Hmm...~ Silent laughter filled in her head ~Just know, that I would *love* to do this to you...~

Usagi, all but flew out of the room.

(Written by Aideen-san! ALL BOW TO THE ALMIGHT AIDEEN-SAN! ... or just email her at christiewillows@aol.com )