I don't know if anyone actually noticed, but I somehow refrained from using
any actual names in the last chapter. Though I did it on purpose, it
annoyed the hell out of me - there are only so many different types of
pronouns and adjectives you can use for each character. So I think I'll
toss the names in this chapter.
Yes, I do realize that this plot has been used hundreds upon thousands of times. I felt it was my turn to throw in a piece like this, and besides, these are the type of fics that I enjoy reading at the moment. So, if you're writing one, please tell me! ^__^
And oh yeah, I was wondering if anyone would support me if I were to write an Alternate Universe fic based on the vampire plot that seems to be circulating at the moment, or maybe a Reincarnation fic which would take place in the 1400's. The later I am actually thinking of starting, so I won't give away too much of the plot, as I want to start it sometime soon. ^_^
Rating remains PG-13.
Disclaimer is in chapter one. This is the last time I'll even bother mentioning it.
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Wounded Souls Never Heal - Chapter 2
A sigh escaped the lips of the petite aqua haired woman as she began telling the story of how Haruka and herself had come to find Usagi. The small blonde listened with rapt attention as it was explained that she had been found by a young woman walking through the park on their way home from the supermarket, between the storms. How she had panicked when she had spotted Usagi's broken form lying in the thick mud, and had quickly called emergency.
One thing quickly led to another, and somewhere along the way all of the Senshi as well as Usagi's parents had been contacted. Only Ikuko, Kenji, Shingo and of course the Outer Senshi had shown, resulting in Haruka and Michiru's conclusion that Usagi's present state had been caused by the Inners. It had only made sense when Michiru had further examined her and found scorch marks on her skin, which still remained no matter how quickly Usagi would have healed under normal conditions.
Michiru looked at Usagi sadly, "What happened to make them act like this?" she asked softly, knowing that she was prodding at a very tender subject. It was better her than Haruka though, and of course Setsuna knew all but wouldn't tell and Usagi wouldn't speak to Hotaru about it, as the young Senshi was delicate enough to begin with. So that had left with Michiru doing the poking and prodding to find out all the bits and pieces of information that Usagi knew. She hated to do it though. She didn't want to hear the story of how her princess had come to be this way. However it seemed to be necessary, as it would be needed in order to protect her from future rebellions.
"We-we- we-we. . ." Usagi stuttered hoarsely. Tears began to flow down her cheeks again when she discovered the inability to speak further. However, she wasn't about to give up, and once again she opened her mouth, "W-w-w-w-. . ." More stuttering. The princess continued to look extremely frustrated with herself, but Michiru shook her head and put a slender index finger over her lips to quiet her.
"Don't force it. Speech will come," she said softly, though she glanced worriedly at her sandy haired girlfriend before looking back at Usagi, who looked as if she were going to fall asleep again. "Not yet, Usagi-chan. Drink some of this first, you have to regain your strength so that you can return home." The violinist said, reaching for a mug of broth that sat on a tray by the end of the bed.
Usagi wrinkled up her nose as the scent of the hospital food came closer, but found herself unable to shy away from the mug as Michiru put it to her lips. "Drink." The woman persisted.
Rather reluctantly, Usagi cracked open her lips and allowed some of the steaming fluid to pour into her mouth. It wasn't as hot as it had first appeared to be, but it was warm and wet enough to calm her flaring throat tissue. She pulled away after a few sips, and settled back into the bed, whilst Michiru looked into the mug, a downcast expression on her face at the sight of how much the girl had actually drank, though if that was all she could take in at the moment, then there was no point in trying to force more into her body. She would only fight and make her condition worse than it already was.
"I wish we could help her more. . ." Michiru murmured sadly, looking over the bed at Haruka's impassive face. The woman simply shrugged, not seeming to want to speak for unknown reasons. Michiru echoed the sigh, trust Haruka to be silent, even patient when she, herself was agitated and fearful.
Her eyes had to have been betraying more than she thought, or perhaps it was simply her actions, but finally Haruka spoke. "We can only give as much as she'll accept, Michiru. Perhaps, when she is feeling a bit better, she'll accept more. We're doing all we can do now and I'm sure that Koneko realizes it."
Michiru looked up at her sadly. "You're right. . . It's just. . . I hate that this was done to her by them, at least, had it been someone else, they would have been able to help her more. Haruka, we just can't relate as well. . ."
Haruka had moved behind Michiru, and now wrapped her arms around Michiru's shoulders and collarbone area, "She does have her family, and her other school friends. Besides that, I'm sure she'd find something to ramble on about to us, she always does." However, a spasm of shock crossed her face when she felt something wet drip onto her arm, one drop, then another, and yet another before Michiru finally turned to sob into her chest. Haruka's arms tightened around her comfortingly. "I promise you, I'll make sure she gets better. . ." she murmured gently into the smaller woman's hair.
"Thank you. . ." Were the only words that came from Michiru's mouth.
Haruka simply nodded before beginning to direct her girlfriend to the door of the room. "It's time for us to go, her parents and brother should be visiting soon, and I want to give them time alone with her. . ."
They were almost at the door, when Usagi's broken stuttering stopped them, clearly she was still awake, though it had been believed that she had long since fallen asleep again. "Wh-wh-wh-whe. . ." Once again, she was forced to break off and simply watched as Michiru ran back to the bedside. Haruka however, stuck her head out the door of the room to call a nurse, and watch for her princess' family.
"We have to leave now, I promise we'll be back later. . ." Michiru started, but was cut off by Usagi rapidly shaking her head under a hand that had been smoothing the girl's hair.
"N-n-n-no," Usagi managed to get out. "Y-y-y-y-you c-c-ca. . ." Her sputtering continued, but it was past anything Michiru was able to make out. She did however manage to get as much from it, as to tell that Usagi wouldn't allow them to leave. "I-I'm s-s-sca. . ."
Michiru looked at her, eyes sparkling with sorrow. Of course she'd be scared, the child was probably terrified that they might come and attack her again. "Haruka, we can't leave yet. . . We'll wait until her family gets here, so that she feels safe enough for us to leave."
Haruka sighed and put a hand behind her head as she moved out of the way to let the nurse into the room. "Alright. . . Alright. . ." she replied heavily, looking at Usagi, who was looking immensely grateful despite her bruises and injuries.
Haruka sat down in one of the plastic chairs that had been brought into the room for visitors, as the nurse asked Usagi a few questions, which, try as she did, the girl couldn't answer.
The nurse, a rather tall, thin woman with dark hair, sighed and shook her head, and Haruka did a double take as she read the nametag on the woman's blouse 'Dr. Mizuno'. "Get out and send in the nurse I asked for," Haruka growled murderously, having stopped herself short of lunging at the woman. It wasn't her fault that her daughter was guilty of an attempted murder the woman didn't know about, and somewhere Haruka knew that, but at the moment she didn't care.
Michiru had looked up quickly at the sound of Haruka's voice, so much fiercer than it had been a moment ago. The doctor however didn't look remotely fazed. Quite obviously she had been threatened before. "Miss Tsukino is in need of intensive care. I took it onto myself to be sure I have her name on my list, as she is one of my daughter's best friends."
A sob escaped Usagi's lips, and there was a horrified look in her eyes as well as fear. Michiru put a calming hand on her shoulder, "There are reasons behind her actions, please, just leave us and send in a different doctor." She said calmly, though there was a steely edge to her voice that wasn't heard often, bordering on almost never.
The doctor stared at her for a moment, before finally backing toward the door when Michiru won the staring contest, "As you wish, I shall send for another." She said, bowing slightly as she left the room.
Haruka scowled after her, "Of course, she would have to work at this hospital, in this particular ward. I wonder how many times she's been in here this week when we were gone. I think we just found the perfect reason to stay here, Michiru."
Michiru murmured something in response, but it wasn't near loud enough for it to reach Haruka's ears. She didn't press though, if Michiru wanted her to know what had been said, she would tell her.
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Well, there's chapter 2, finally up. It would have been up much sooner, but well, I was in bed with a cold all last weekend, as well as on Monday and Tuesday, resulting in no time to write. . .
I also want to put out a heartfelt thank you to Venus Smurf, who took the time to read through the 3 of my fics, and reviewed to every single chapter. For those of you who have never read any of her work, I highly recommend 'Roommate' which is amazingly written, though not yet complete for it's 50 chapters. ^___^
I hope you all enjoyed, until the next update.
Yes, I do realize that this plot has been used hundreds upon thousands of times. I felt it was my turn to throw in a piece like this, and besides, these are the type of fics that I enjoy reading at the moment. So, if you're writing one, please tell me! ^__^
And oh yeah, I was wondering if anyone would support me if I were to write an Alternate Universe fic based on the vampire plot that seems to be circulating at the moment, or maybe a Reincarnation fic which would take place in the 1400's. The later I am actually thinking of starting, so I won't give away too much of the plot, as I want to start it sometime soon. ^_^
Rating remains PG-13.
Disclaimer is in chapter one. This is the last time I'll even bother mentioning it.
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Wounded Souls Never Heal - Chapter 2
A sigh escaped the lips of the petite aqua haired woman as she began telling the story of how Haruka and herself had come to find Usagi. The small blonde listened with rapt attention as it was explained that she had been found by a young woman walking through the park on their way home from the supermarket, between the storms. How she had panicked when she had spotted Usagi's broken form lying in the thick mud, and had quickly called emergency.
One thing quickly led to another, and somewhere along the way all of the Senshi as well as Usagi's parents had been contacted. Only Ikuko, Kenji, Shingo and of course the Outer Senshi had shown, resulting in Haruka and Michiru's conclusion that Usagi's present state had been caused by the Inners. It had only made sense when Michiru had further examined her and found scorch marks on her skin, which still remained no matter how quickly Usagi would have healed under normal conditions.
Michiru looked at Usagi sadly, "What happened to make them act like this?" she asked softly, knowing that she was prodding at a very tender subject. It was better her than Haruka though, and of course Setsuna knew all but wouldn't tell and Usagi wouldn't speak to Hotaru about it, as the young Senshi was delicate enough to begin with. So that had left with Michiru doing the poking and prodding to find out all the bits and pieces of information that Usagi knew. She hated to do it though. She didn't want to hear the story of how her princess had come to be this way. However it seemed to be necessary, as it would be needed in order to protect her from future rebellions.
"We-we- we-we. . ." Usagi stuttered hoarsely. Tears began to flow down her cheeks again when she discovered the inability to speak further. However, she wasn't about to give up, and once again she opened her mouth, "W-w-w-w-. . ." More stuttering. The princess continued to look extremely frustrated with herself, but Michiru shook her head and put a slender index finger over her lips to quiet her.
"Don't force it. Speech will come," she said softly, though she glanced worriedly at her sandy haired girlfriend before looking back at Usagi, who looked as if she were going to fall asleep again. "Not yet, Usagi-chan. Drink some of this first, you have to regain your strength so that you can return home." The violinist said, reaching for a mug of broth that sat on a tray by the end of the bed.
Usagi wrinkled up her nose as the scent of the hospital food came closer, but found herself unable to shy away from the mug as Michiru put it to her lips. "Drink." The woman persisted.
Rather reluctantly, Usagi cracked open her lips and allowed some of the steaming fluid to pour into her mouth. It wasn't as hot as it had first appeared to be, but it was warm and wet enough to calm her flaring throat tissue. She pulled away after a few sips, and settled back into the bed, whilst Michiru looked into the mug, a downcast expression on her face at the sight of how much the girl had actually drank, though if that was all she could take in at the moment, then there was no point in trying to force more into her body. She would only fight and make her condition worse than it already was.
"I wish we could help her more. . ." Michiru murmured sadly, looking over the bed at Haruka's impassive face. The woman simply shrugged, not seeming to want to speak for unknown reasons. Michiru echoed the sigh, trust Haruka to be silent, even patient when she, herself was agitated and fearful.
Her eyes had to have been betraying more than she thought, or perhaps it was simply her actions, but finally Haruka spoke. "We can only give as much as she'll accept, Michiru. Perhaps, when she is feeling a bit better, she'll accept more. We're doing all we can do now and I'm sure that Koneko realizes it."
Michiru looked up at her sadly. "You're right. . . It's just. . . I hate that this was done to her by them, at least, had it been someone else, they would have been able to help her more. Haruka, we just can't relate as well. . ."
Haruka had moved behind Michiru, and now wrapped her arms around Michiru's shoulders and collarbone area, "She does have her family, and her other school friends. Besides that, I'm sure she'd find something to ramble on about to us, she always does." However, a spasm of shock crossed her face when she felt something wet drip onto her arm, one drop, then another, and yet another before Michiru finally turned to sob into her chest. Haruka's arms tightened around her comfortingly. "I promise you, I'll make sure she gets better. . ." she murmured gently into the smaller woman's hair.
"Thank you. . ." Were the only words that came from Michiru's mouth.
Haruka simply nodded before beginning to direct her girlfriend to the door of the room. "It's time for us to go, her parents and brother should be visiting soon, and I want to give them time alone with her. . ."
They were almost at the door, when Usagi's broken stuttering stopped them, clearly she was still awake, though it had been believed that she had long since fallen asleep again. "Wh-wh-wh-whe. . ." Once again, she was forced to break off and simply watched as Michiru ran back to the bedside. Haruka however, stuck her head out the door of the room to call a nurse, and watch for her princess' family.
"We have to leave now, I promise we'll be back later. . ." Michiru started, but was cut off by Usagi rapidly shaking her head under a hand that had been smoothing the girl's hair.
"N-n-n-no," Usagi managed to get out. "Y-y-y-y-you c-c-ca. . ." Her sputtering continued, but it was past anything Michiru was able to make out. She did however manage to get as much from it, as to tell that Usagi wouldn't allow them to leave. "I-I'm s-s-sca. . ."
Michiru looked at her, eyes sparkling with sorrow. Of course she'd be scared, the child was probably terrified that they might come and attack her again. "Haruka, we can't leave yet. . . We'll wait until her family gets here, so that she feels safe enough for us to leave."
Haruka sighed and put a hand behind her head as she moved out of the way to let the nurse into the room. "Alright. . . Alright. . ." she replied heavily, looking at Usagi, who was looking immensely grateful despite her bruises and injuries.
Haruka sat down in one of the plastic chairs that had been brought into the room for visitors, as the nurse asked Usagi a few questions, which, try as she did, the girl couldn't answer.
The nurse, a rather tall, thin woman with dark hair, sighed and shook her head, and Haruka did a double take as she read the nametag on the woman's blouse 'Dr. Mizuno'. "Get out and send in the nurse I asked for," Haruka growled murderously, having stopped herself short of lunging at the woman. It wasn't her fault that her daughter was guilty of an attempted murder the woman didn't know about, and somewhere Haruka knew that, but at the moment she didn't care.
Michiru had looked up quickly at the sound of Haruka's voice, so much fiercer than it had been a moment ago. The doctor however didn't look remotely fazed. Quite obviously she had been threatened before. "Miss Tsukino is in need of intensive care. I took it onto myself to be sure I have her name on my list, as she is one of my daughter's best friends."
A sob escaped Usagi's lips, and there was a horrified look in her eyes as well as fear. Michiru put a calming hand on her shoulder, "There are reasons behind her actions, please, just leave us and send in a different doctor." She said calmly, though there was a steely edge to her voice that wasn't heard often, bordering on almost never.
The doctor stared at her for a moment, before finally backing toward the door when Michiru won the staring contest, "As you wish, I shall send for another." She said, bowing slightly as she left the room.
Haruka scowled after her, "Of course, she would have to work at this hospital, in this particular ward. I wonder how many times she's been in here this week when we were gone. I think we just found the perfect reason to stay here, Michiru."
Michiru murmured something in response, but it wasn't near loud enough for it to reach Haruka's ears. She didn't press though, if Michiru wanted her to know what had been said, she would tell her.
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Well, there's chapter 2, finally up. It would have been up much sooner, but well, I was in bed with a cold all last weekend, as well as on Monday and Tuesday, resulting in no time to write. . .
I also want to put out a heartfelt thank you to Venus Smurf, who took the time to read through the 3 of my fics, and reviewed to every single chapter. For those of you who have never read any of her work, I highly recommend 'Roommate' which is amazingly written, though not yet complete for it's 50 chapters. ^___^
I hope you all enjoyed, until the next update.