Chapter Nine: Deliver Me from Lust
by Aidenn Legacy
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Schuldich smirked knowingly, propping himself up on his elbow. He wasn't surprised to see that Usagi didn't scurry away from him. No, he had invaded her mind for far too many times for that. Her subconscious would relish his presence, his attentions as she fought against him on a more basic emotional level.
It was amusing to watch her fight him. To watch her, clutch the sheets protectively about her. If Weiss hadn't been an adequate barrier, what made her think that silk sheets would protect her from him? Pity for her really. This little rabbit stood no chance against him
In the game within the landscape of the mind. He was the Mastermind.
Usagi snatched her arm back as his fingers lasciviously trailed up the sleeve of the shirt she wore. The flimsy material did nothing to protect her from the heat of his simple touch. He gave her a mockingly reproving glance, as his hand settled on the bare skin of her thigh. The arrogant look on his face dared her to move back.
To pull away and see what would happen...Usagi stayed, refusing to let herself run. That was what he wanted...
"Is it now?"
Schuldich grinned like a Cheshire cat, as he shifted his position on the bed leaning into Usagi's small frame. Usagi squeaked attempting to jerk away as a large hand clamped down on her wrist. Mental laughter filled her ears as she turned anxious blue eyes onto Schuldich. Pure male admiration filled his jade colored eyes, as the collar of the white shirt slipped down her naked shoulder, hinting just enough to what laid below the flimsy material. "Do you really want to know what I want from you, my little bird?"
Usagi bit her lip. She didn't know what rattled her more. The silent laughter and sheer presence invading her mind or his voice. Heavy with some form of foreign emotion, she couldn't pinpoint. Usagi whipped her head about as she caught sight of his knowing smirk.
His smirk said it all. In that leering smile there was no need for words nor paranormal abilities. What he wanted was written in that in malicious grin.
Usagi cursed herself, as she inched away, for allowing herself to fall into his gaze. A shiver ran down her spine. No one had ever looked at her like that. The only one who she could think of that came in a far second, was Prince Demando. But the Black Moon prince was no match to the naked hunger in those jade eyes.
No. These eyes of mysterious green promised a seduction....
Master of the mind.
Seducer of the body.
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"Kuso!" Bombay swore as he stared at the security camera screens. On the floor, the heavily sedated security guard groaned. Takatori was leaving, his affairs in order for the day. Yet Usag- No Sailor Moon was still no where to be seen. The sandy haired blonde couldn't get used to referring to Usagi as Sailor Moon. Maybe it was because it was the "Sailor" part. It made him think of the navy and that 70's American song by those strangely dressed men*. Bombay shook his head, as he mentally scolded himself. Now wasn't the time to ponder the quality of codenames.
Taking a deep calming breath, Bombay angled and panned the camera scanning each room where the rest of the girls chosen for the 'job' had been herded. Amidst the young ladies, tensions ran deep. The emotions ran from indifference radiated from the girls used to turning tricks on a cold street. Working under Takatori, perhaps seemed a better option, until they wound up shot dead from some highly esteemed government official. A thick cloud of misery and uncertainty enfolded the girls pushed into this position by a no good boyfriend or by the desperate need to help their love ones. Yet among these exploited girls, there was no Usagi.
In a low voice he relayed the information to his teammates. Bombay was a bit surprised that Balinese had refrained from yelling and lashing out. But the younger boy supposed that the former PI knew how to keep his cool under any situation.
#You're going to fucking pay for this, Abyssinian.# Balinese' promise echoed loudly on the commlink.
#Takatori?# Trust Abyssinian to keep focused on the mission at hand.
"He appears to be going to inspect the girls. He has his bodyguards-"
#Screw Takatori! Where's Usagi?!#
#The target is Takatori.#
#Guys what is the plan?!# Siberian's voice cut off any remarks of their more age wise members. #They're headed my way. Carry on or-#
He wanted to go after Usagi. It wasn't fair that they sucked her into this. She wasn't like them, could never be like them. Even Abyssinian had to be aware of that, no matter how he tried to justified his reasons. Blood couldn't, shouldn't, stain her small hands, like it marked theirs. Usagi was supposed to blow up kitchens while trying to make cookies, not be trapped in the underground killing ground.
Bombay looked at the main screen.
Grayed toned eyes seemed to stared back at him. Prodigy, the youngest member of Schwarz inclined his head the slightest as if acknowledging Bombay's presence. Mocking his presence.
It started with an almost inaudible hissing cracking through his headset. Until the deafening sound echoed through out the security room, as Bombay clumsily torn the headset off his head. He couldn't tell if it started with the lens of the camera or the surveillance screen. The glass began to crack under an invisible force.
Bombay stared at the screen as the images faded in and out. Under the touch of ghostly fingers the control panel began to smoke and crackle. Through the broken images, Bombay caught a glimpse of his teammates, each awaiting his answer. As the fragmented lens panned down onto the young Prodigy who had been left behind by his superiors, blue eyes caught sight of a distorted image of Usagi.
As the image died out, Nagi Naoe again acknowledged his presence with a slight nod of his head.
The charred remains of the commlink crackled, muffled beneath a limp hand.
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Is everything going as planned?"
Crawford, pushed back his glasses. "Yes, Mr. Takatori. Nagi is just finishing dealing with one of the assassins."
"Very good."
Crawford wisely said nothing, as his employer beckoned a young brunette to his side. One of the new recruits that had unwittingly helped lure Weiss and Ms. Chiba into their stronghold. The girl cast him a frightened look as if she thought he would care. Pitiful fool. No one here would care. No, it was more likely they would enjoy her screams and misery. A busty redhead took her place with a provocative smile in place, and a come hither stare.
"The blonde?"
"Chiba Usagi is in our hold, Mr. Takatori."
"Is she beautiful?"
Expressionless, Crawford replied. "I believe she is, as one would say, quite lovely."
"Good." Takatori walked away with his selection. "She might be more use to me in more ways than one."
"Of course, Mr. Takatori."
Bring her to me."
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Seduction...
The word itself held an uneasy power, on its own Dark and sensual, seduction in play was in a league of its own. A trap of silken webs.
Hands pressed against hot flesh, as Usagi stared up at Schuldich's smirking face. Blue eyes swirled with every emotion bottled up with her. "Torn little bird, aren't you?" His voice grated on her frail nerves. "You want the closure that two bodies can give in the thrones of passion. Yet, you give in to the morality, that it is wrong."
"It is wrong!" Usagi hissed, as hands moved slowly across her skin, snaking beneath her shirt in deliberate slowness. "I ha-"
Schuldich pressed his lips against hers, effectively cutting her off. Tilting her head back, he nipped at her lower lip as Usagi began to attempt to half heartily push him away. Taking advantage he slipped his tongue past her parted lips, for a quick taste before teeth came snapping down. Pulling away Schuldich chuckled down at her, as she tried to catch her breath. "You don't know anything, much less what you really want."
"You don't know what I want?!" Usagi snapped, as she scrambled to the corner of the bed.
He smiled predatorily at her, only his eyes following her movement. "I don't know?" He mocked her. "I know everything that dances about your little head. The guilt, the pain, the misbegotten love and my favorite, the disillusionment's of love, justice and the human heart. All of those are your feelings, none are part of my manipulation. You are such a child in a woman's body."
"Stay out of my head!"
His smirk grew at her outburst. "Do you want to know why?"
In graceful movements, his bare feet touched the ground. His green eyes pinned her in place as he moved towards her, not that she had anywhere to ran as Usagi's head connected with wooden headboard. She wrapped her arms about herself, as Schuldich braced his hands against the headboard trapping her in his hold.
Her breath caught as lips gently grazed the skin of her cheek. "Your thoughts are honey." His whispered words rumbled loudly in her ear. "I want each one as much as I want you under me naked and willing, surrendering only to me."
Usagi curled her hands into fists to hide her trembling fingers. "Y-you don't want m-me." She stated shakily. "You want to play with me before you kill me."
Schuldich smirked as he nuzzled the soft skin just below her ear. He frowned as Usagi tried pull away from his grasp. Roughly taking ahold of her chin, Schuldich forced the blonde to face him. "A man doesn't kill what he has claimed as his own."
"I am not yours!"
A dark look cross his face as he pulled away. He spared her one last glance before pressing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. "That is what you think." The sound of a door opening faintly reached her ears, as the sound of a lock sliding into place. Usagi buried her face in her hands. She couldn't help but wonder how she got herself into these positions? It was like the innocent trouble that surround her, had suddenly increased tenfold and had taken a dark turn. since Mamoru died.
Usagi hadn't been aware she was crying, much less of the sound of approaching footsteps.
"Chiba-san?"
Rubbing her eyes, Usagi looked up at the sound of the youthful voice. Dark blue eyes observed her. There was something about those wary eyes that held her attention, that made her yearn to offer some sort of comfort, that she knew would be clearly rejected. Still, she smiled warmly as he laid a small bundle of clothes besides her.
"Please get dressed quickly." An authority voice ordered sternly.
"Who are you?" Usagi questioned, numbly as stern cold opaque eyes stared down at her. Looking up at him, she left dwarfed. It wasn't just his height, but rather his sheer presence and aura of deadly superiority. This man was who everyone thought of what they learned the meaning of kings, emperors, tzars and dictators.
Crawford ignored her, as one would ignore a child. "Nagi will await for you outside the room."
Usagi watched him, confused. What did this man what with her? How did he know she was here? Where was Schuldich? "Matte!" She grabbed the sleeve of his immaculately pressed jacket before the older man could leave her behind. Usagi almost shrinked back under his stoic gaze. "Where are you taking me?"
"Mr. Takatori is waiting to meet Mr. Chiba's elusive wife."
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*I don't why, but I ended up putting the Villiage People's In the Navy as part
of Omi-kun's thought process^^;; As you can see I don't question to my judgement
at two in the morning. I just accept^^v -Aidenn
