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*Pokes head out the door* I wonder where I am. *Sees crowd of angry readers* Eeeep! Gomen nasai! Gomen nasai! I am really, really, really, REALLY sorry for delaying my stories. Please I hope all of you can forgive me. I just went under some circumstances recently that made me stop writing HP/SM fictions for a while. I really don't know. But, I can assure you that I am back on track and plan to finish all my stories.
I happen to utterly loathe my classmates. I hate them to the core, and I hope they will die a very painful death when the time comes and go to hell. They made my life really miserable and I hate going to school. They are one of the factors why I am not writing much lately. I can't seem to write anything happy and love-dovey due to the fact I feel so tortured and in pained. Through that, I was able to write an anime fic, in which the content was rather 'dark. I apologize for the delays of my fics and do intent to finish all of them. I do.
So, please, continue reading. I am sure that some of you already stopped reading my fics because you are angered at me or something. But please. Accept my apologies. Now. You have waited so long, time to GET ON WITH THE FIC!
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Disclaimer: I own not Sailor Moon. And, I take no ownership of Harry Potter. They both belong to their rightful owners. I do however own this brilliant plot. (Mwahaha!) All characters of the Magic Inn belong to me. ^_^;
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Chapter 12
"The party (I)"
"How about this one?" grinned Hotaru, holding up a fiery-red dress with a rather deep plunging neckline and bare back. The 11 year old quickly bounded to Usagi and held it up against her. "That would really impress Harry,"
"I say, with that dress it would look like you're planning to take him to bed," muttered Hermione behind a rack of cocktail dresses. On a breezy Friday afternoon, she, Usagi, Ginny, Hotaru and the other outers were out to buy dresses for the following days party.
Usagi blushed crimson and gently smiled down at Hotaru, "I don't think I'd want that to happen,"
"Why?" asked Hotaru, a little curious while returning the skimpy dress.
"Ah," began Usagi, while still blushing very red. "I don't think that this would be the appropriate time to discuss that," she said while shooting her giggling bushy-haired friend a death glare.
"Oh, ok," nodded Hotaru not quite understanding. Instead, she continued in finding the right dress for herself.
"Where are Haruka and the others?" asked Ginny, her head appearing from behind a long rack of gowns.
"They went to the dress shop next door," answered Usagi, while pulling out a blue dress. "They always buy their stuff their, I dunno why though," she added thoughtfully, putting the blue dress back.
"What do you think Usagi-mama?" asked Hotaru, appearing from behind the dressing room. She wore a deep purple mid-calf dress, with embroidery of a butterfly at the right hip. It had short sleeves and beds at the neckline.
"You look kawaii!" grinned Usagi eyeing the girl's dress. "Wonderful!"
"It really suits you Hotaru!" complemented Hermione, nodding her head in approval.
"Do a twirl!" squealed Ginny, head popping out of another random dress rack. She clapped her hands in delight upon seeing Hotaru twirl.
Bending down a little Usagi grinned, "Great! Now take it off and hold on to it while we find something decent for us girls,"
"Hai!" said Hotaru nodding in understanding and disappearing behind the curtain.
"Why does it take so long for us to find the proper dresses?" mused Hermione while scanning a rack full of white dresses.
"I think it's some kind of universal law, that younger girls can find something to wear in no time at all. While us older girls must look for, like, forever," muttered Ginny pulling out a bubblegum pink dress. Scrunching up her face she quickly placed it back.
After a very long hour both girls, Ginny and Hermione had already found their respective dresses. Ginny, going for a simple beige cocktail dress. It would wrap around her neck and just stop mid-calf below her knees. It would slightly spread out by the hip. Hermione simply chose a nice light turquoise dress, with off shoulder sleeves. Now, both girls with a patient Hotaru waited outside the dressing area for the changing Usagi.
"Usagi, hurry up," said Hermione, plopping down on the sofa. "It's already lunch,"
"I'm hungry!" whined Ginny, holding her dress to her stomach. "I wanna eat!"
"Just a sec," said Usagi from behind the curtain. "I still need to try it on,"
"Well hurry up," sighed Hermione.
"Okay, okay," mumbled Usagi, carefully sliding the dress over her body. Pulling her hair out of the dress Usagi turned to the mirror and examined her reflection. She wore a simple black dress. It had a slight v-neckline and was sleeveless. With its bare back, it fit her body perfectly. The fabric was soft against her skin, as the dress stopped several inches above her knees.
Smiling in satisfaction, the 16 year old turned around to open the curtain in order to show her friends. 'I wonder what Harry might think,' she mused with a faint blush. "Well? What do you think?"
Hotaru's eyes lit up in delight, "you look wonderful Usagi-mama!"
"That looks great on you!" commented Hermione, nodding her head in approval.
"Yeah! Wonderful! Now hurry up, so that we can eat!" grinned Ginny pushing the laughing blonde back into the dressing area.
"Usagi, were heading over to the cashier. We'll wait for you there," said Hermione as Usagi stepped into the cubicle.
"Alright," answered Usagi, pulling the curtains back. Smiling lightly she began to pull the dress off her. Pulling back on her jeans and pink shirt, she moved to get back out side when she suddenly felt a dark wave wash over her. 'Something's wrong!' her mind screamed.
She stifled a gasp as she felt a dark energy invade her senses. 'Something is definitely not right,' she mused. She slumped against the crisp blue wall of the dressing cubicle to try to calm her erratic breathing.
*Soon . . . be prepared Serenity . . .*
Gasping, Usagi looked up sharply at the blue ceiling. Someone was warning her. Voldemort must have called her. His low hiss rang in her ears, sending shivers down her spine.
*You will be mine . . .*
"No," she gasped out loud, a sudden wave of fear washing over her. Quickly grabbing the black dress off the hock she bolted through the curtains, gasping loudly for air. Closing her eyes, she tried to calm down her rapidly beating heart. The small cubicle felt like a prison to her just moments ago, like the walls were closing in on her. Taking in another raged breath, she opened her eyes to find a sales girl staring at her oddly.
"Are you alright miss?"
Smiling shakily, Usagi nodded, "Claustrophobic," she lied. "Hate those small places,"
The sales girl nodded in understanding and went back in sorting out underwear. Seeing that the sales girl was now busy, Usagi sighed loudly. 'Voldemort,' she thought, feeling a slight wave of fear coming over her. She really wasn't afraid of him, it's just the thought of what he might DO to her when he caught her what scared her the most.
"Usagi, I'm hungry!" yelled Ginny, standing in a short line at the cashier.
Nodding her head, Usagi shakily made her way to the line. Offering a small smile to her friends, she quickly took the space that they had been holding for her. She quickly glanced back at the small cubicle with a glint of fear in her eyes. 'Was that really Voldemort?' she thought.
"Usagi-mama? Are you alright?" inquired Hotaru, clutching her paper bag in one hand. She could sense that something was not right with the princess.
Usagi stared down at Hotaru and offered a reassuring smile. "I'm fine," she answered. Smiling politely at the cashier clerk, she handed over her credit card. "Just a little bit caught up in my own thoughts that's all,"
"Well, after lunch how about we got look for some shoes?" asked Hermione, watching the blonde smile a thank you at the clerk and getting her paper bag.
Ginny frowned, "I don't have enough money for shoes," she commented thoughtfully, as she fished through her pockets.
Usagi smiled brightly and slung her arm around the red heads shoulder, "Ah, don't worry my friend. I'll gladly pay for your shoes,"
Ginny blushed crimson and shock her head, "Ah, no! Don't!"
"Nonsense! I love helping out a friend! And besides, it'll get my mind of some things," said Usagi, leading them out the store.
"But -" sputtered Ginny, as both Hermione and Hotaru giggled slightly.
"You can buy me ice cream instead," commented Usagi with a sly grin.
Seeing that ice cream was way much cheaper than a pair of shoes, Ginny laughed and agreed. "Well, okay,"
"Great! Now, let's get some lunch," suggested Usagi grinning broadly. 'If Voldemort wants me, then he'll just have to try,' she thought. 'I'll be ready,'
~That Evening, at the Inn~
"I really don't see the reason, why girls spend so much time at the mall," said Ron, spread across the white sofa. "It's like they live in there,"
"Well, they are picking out dresses," commented Harry, after sipping some of his tea. "Unlike us, who just picked something out randomly out a rack and purchase it immediately, they spend their time,"
Shingo grinned ruefully, "Usagi-chan usually does take the longest in shopping,"
Harry blinked, "Really?"
"One word of advice, if she tells you to go shopping with her. Don't agree, no matter how much she whines or how much she pouts. Don't do it unless you are very desperate to spend much money," grinned Shingo. He chuckled as he saw Harry's paled expression.
"Well, at least I don't have to worry about that problem with Hermione," grinned Ron.
"We're here!"
Shingo smiled as he watched Ginny bounding into the lounge, holding two paper bags. She beamed at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and plopped down on the sofa next to him. Hermione, who also lugged to paper bags with her, did similarly the same with Ron, though nearly sitting down on his stomach since he refused to scoot over on the sofa.
Harry blinked twice, noticing that his girlfriend was missing, "Where's Usagi?"
Hermione frowned slightly, "She went up to her room. Said she was tired, she really didn't look well though,"
Upon seeing Harry's worried expression, Ginny quickly added. "It's natural for her to be so tired, you know. About that near to death experience with her two days ago. It would be natural. She said not-" she trailed off as she watched Harry standing up and slowly walk up the stairs. "-To worry . . ."
"You know how he is, always the worry wart," said Ron with a shrug. "He'll get older sooner than any of us,"
"Are you sure Usagi-chan is fine?" inquired Shingo, hints of worry in his voice.
"She told us she was alright,"
"So, where are the outers?" asked Ron.
"They dropped us off here," answered Hermione. "They'll be here tomorrow night for the party."
"So, how was your day?" asked Ginny with a grin.
~Usagi's room~
Usagi stumbled slightly as she entered her little bathroom after placing all her shopping bags into her closet. 'What's wrong with me?' she thought in alarm. Stumbling towards the sink, she gripped it for support and quickly stared at her reflection. She looked flushed and sweating. 'What's going on?' she thought in alarm, feeling the room suddenly spin.
Something felt different, something was really wrong. She felt clammy, tired, pained, hurt, and all other sorts of things she couldn't place her finger on. Clutching the sink tighter with her fingers until her knuckles turned white, she let out a little gasp. A little jolt of pain ran through her. Something was tugging - something.
A sudden wave of disorientation hit her as her fingers slipped from the sink and she slowly collapsed on to the plush pink rug. "Stop," she gasped in a ragged breath. -Tug-there it was again. She let out a little gasp of pain, something was happening to her.
Something was pulling her soul.
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As Harry reached out for the golden doorknob, he let out a gasp. It felt so sudden, like a wave of -something- had hit him. His knees suddenly buckled under his weight and he fell right into Usagi's room.
'What's happening?' he thought in alarm. As he kicked the door closed with his leg as to avoid others to see his state. A sudden wave of pain washed over him, as he quickly placed his hands over his chest. He felt a sudden painful tug in his insides that made his gasp in pain. Heavily leaning against the foot of Usagi's bed, he took several deep breaths.
Questions swiveled in his head, as he began to wonder what was going on with his body. Again there was the faint tugging thing happening. Letting out a little gasp of pain, he clutched his chest. Closing his eyes, praying that it would be over soon. 'What's going on?' he thought between painful gasps. It certainly felt like something was being taken out of him. Like something was pulling, something near his heart. It hurt, really hurt.
"Usagi?" Harry began to search for the golden haired girl. He heard a little moan of pain coming from the bathroom. Standing up on shaky feet with his right hand still placed over his chest, he stumbled into the bathroom. He let out a gasp from either of pain or from surprise. Falling to his knees, he quickly engulfed the gasping girl in hug.
"What's happening?" whispered Usagi, while clutching onto Harry in pain. 'Does he feel it too?' she thought, while letting out a sharp gasp of pain. She never really thought that this would hurt so much.
"I-I don't know," mumbled Harry into her hair, while holding onto his girlfriend. 'She must feel it too,' he thought, as he felt the pain increase.
Usagi tried to think, wondering why this was happening to them. Why strands of her souls are being pulled, why Harry was feeling her pain. WHY?! Her mind raced with possibilities as she clung to his body as the tugging continued. Tears began to slowly form in her eyes, as the pain began to hurt too much. Looking over Harry's shoulder, she let out a gasp. She saw them. . .
. . . Tiny strands of gold and green, dancing in the air.
'*Souls are woven together once they find their match, *' her mothers voice rang in her head. She could feel Harry slowly relax in her arms, feeling the pain slowly relax. She stayed silent, as she watched several more strands appear and dance around in the air. She watched as they began to weave together. Gold and green, both woven together. '*Both bonded together for life, *'
'Soulmates,' Usagi thought, as she watched the woven strands slowly worm their way back into her and Harry's body. She let out a sudden gasp of pain, as Harry did the same, as the woven strands pushed themselves back into their bodies.
"What happened?" asked Harry, a little out of breath. He pulled her away from him and stared at her curiously. 'I feel different,'
Usagi couldn't help it, as several tears of happiness escaped her eyes. 'We're soulmates, bonded for life,' she thought. Without much further explanation she kissed Harry on the lips.
~Outers' mansion~
"It happened," mumbled Setsuna, feeling the princess sudden wave of happiness wash over her. Staring out the near full Moon, she let out a sigh of content. 'Finally,'
"Does that mean that tomorrow night is the 'night'?" asked Michiru, with a smile on her face.
"Hai,"
"This is so not right," muttered Haruka under her breath with a slight disgruntled look on her face.
Setsuna chuckled, "Those are they ways 'Ruka. Once their souls are bonded the final stage of their bonding will take place. When the new Moon shines brightly tomorrow night, the princess will have her soulmate."
Haruka muttered something inaudible under her breath but glared at the time senshi, "They are just 16! They can't just-just-just-"
Michiru smacked the Uranian senshi on the head and chuckled slightly, "They wont do that! You and your perverted mind,"
Setsuna smiled lightly and averted her gaze to the relieved Uranian, "A simple kiss would do the trick,"
Letting out a relieved sigh, Haruka grinned sheepishly, "Well, at least we wont have to worry about Usagi getting pregnant,"
Michiru, again, let out an exasperated sigh and smacked her lover upright on the head, "Pervert,"
Chuckling lightly, Haruka stood up and gave them a rueful grin. "I'm going to check on Hotaru," she said before slipping out of the drawing room.
Michiru sighed loudly and eyes and silent Setsuna, "You think we should have told her?"
Setsuna smiled mysteriously, her eyes twinkling in delight, "I see no need to. I know that both Usagi and Harry are very sensible enough not to go any further than needed,"
"You think Usagi knows about the whole process of soul-bonding?" asked Michiru walking up to the bay window and sitting down next to Setsuna.
"I am sure she knows enough,"
"Well, I'm a bit worried," mumbled Michiru with a slight frown.
"About?"
Michiru chuckled lightly, "About Harry, if Haruka sees him tomorrow evening, Selene only knows what might happen to that poor boy,"
Setsuna smiled and nodded her head. Staring back out the window, she looked up at the nearly full Moon. 'May it be their only complete moment of full happiness. As for the future shows darkness, it may be their last . . .'
~Saturday, Night of the Party~
The Magic Room inn was filled with noisy clatter of pots and pans crashing, people running around, cleaning, arranging, and knocking other staff personnel onto the ground. There were the loud shouts of instructions coming from Uncle Sam, Usagi, and Riesel (The party planner witch). Through out the afternoon, the lounge and dinning room were transformed into a party hall.
Banners floating in the air, balloons and streamers hanging practically everywhere. Confetti and several balloons littered the floor as the afternoon slowly turned into night. Slowly, food and drinks were filled on the 20-meter long table at the side of the dining room. Small red tables littered the area with black chairs, as the candles, creating a romantic look, lightly dimmed the lights. The lounge had a small stage where the band was to perform. With a large free space in the middle for dancing and partying. Lounge chairs and sofas were moved to the sides for rest and spectators. Small tables of refreshments and finger foods. A huge disco ball was spinning up in the air among the banners, as the lights were too dimmed.
Waiters and waitresses scurried around the place, as slowly people began to pile in. the night had begun, as wizards and witches of different sizes piled in. the band already began to play up on stage, making more and more people filled the dance floor. Loud music filled the inn, mixed with loud laughter and talking from the guests. The burly security wizard, managing the front door couldn't help but tap his feet by the beat of the music as he checked the guests' names from the list.
Uncle Sam, wearing a posh black suit, couldn't help but beam at the entire scene. He nodded his thank you as guests complemented about the food and whole arrangement. Everything was running smoothly. Sighing in satisfaction, he quickly strode up to the sofas and sat down next to an exuberant Mr. Weasley.
"Well, are all of you enjoying yourselves?" he asked.
"This wine is exquisite!" bubbled Mr. Weasley, holding up a half-filled wine glass. Taking another swig, he beamed at Uncle Sam. "Wonderful!"
Mrs. Weasley let out an exasperated sigh an took the wine glass out her husband's hand, "Dear, not too much,"
"None sense molly! Enjoy the night!" said Mr. Weasley, adjusting his tan tuxedo. He grabbed Mrs. Weasley by the sleeve of her green dress robes. "We shall dance!" he exclaimed, pulling the giggling woman towards the dance floor as the music changed into something danceable for the adults.
Uncle Sam chuckled and turned to the teens, "So how are you kids doing?"
Ron beamed, "This party is great!" he exclaimed, holding up a platter filled with different arrays of food.
"Yeah, it's great!" echoed Ginny, with a huge smile.
Hermione nodded her head; several strands of her hair bobbing with her, falling lose from the tight French twist. "Though there aren't many children," she commented thoughtfully.
Uncle Sam chuckled lightly, "I believe Shingo and Usagi's classmates are on their way,"
"Speaking of Usagi, where is she?" asked Harry with a slight frown. He grew a little worried, dreading that something might have happened to her again like what happened yesterday. Neither one spoke to their friends of what had happened to them yesterday. It still puzzled him. But he was quite sure something really did happen to them, something really different. He in fact actually felt quite different now, in a way, he felt . . . how should he say . . . more connected to Usagi.
Shingo patted his emerald-eyed friend on the shoulder, "Don't worry, she's still handling the caterers back in the kitchen. She should be with us anytime soon,"
Uncle Sam nodded, "If you kids excuse me, I think I see some wizards from the ministry," he said, standing up and quickly disappearing into the crowd.
Ron beamed and adjusted the sleeves of his tan dress shirt, "This party is even better than the Yule ball,"
Ginny sighed loudly and pulled a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, "The Yule ball was really boring,"
"Well, you did spend it with Neville," laughed Ron.
"Neville?" asked Shingo, a hint of jealousy in his voice. He eyed his giggling girlfriend and frowned.
Ginny patted his blue-sleeved shoulder and grinned, "No one for you to worry about,"
Shingo huffed loudly and eyed the laughing Ron, "Are you sure?"
Ginny rolled her eyes in annoyance and crossed her legs, "For gods sakes, Neville's the most clumsy boy in all of Hogwarts. He's no competition," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "So you wanna dance?"
Shingo grinned and pulled her off the sofa, "You bet,"
Ron sighed loudly upon feeling Hermione poke him in the ribs, "Okay, okay," he mumbled, setting the tray of food down and grabbing Hermione's hand. "But don't say I didn't warn you that I dance like a duck,"
Hermione laughed and tugged him towards the dance floor, "I'll teach,"
Ron laughed and looked over his shoulder and eyed the silent Harry, "I hopes it's okay with you,"
Harry grinned at his best friends, "Sure, I'll just wait for Usagi,"
Hermione grinned and pulled Ron one final time, "Great," she said, as both disappeared into the crowd of dancing people.
Harry sighed loudly and crossed his arms across his chest. Leaning heavily against the white leather sofa, he closed his eyes and listened to the beat of the music. His mind wandering to where Usagi might be and when she would arrive. His thoughts drifted back to what happened yesterday. He knew that something different happened between the two of them.
She told him that it was really nothing to worry about. That it were just a simple pain that the two of them shared. Something that signaled that the two were bound to be together. A rueful smile appeared on his face at the thought. 'Together,' he mused. It did sound nice; he really loved this girl and would probably do anything for her. Yet it still bothered him that he had to go so soon. He dearly wished that Serena could go with him back to England, yet he knew that would be impossible.
"Penny for your thought?"
"Wha?" A pair of slender legs wearing black sandals appeared in his line of vision. Looking up, he was left gaping at the owner of the legs.
Usagi looked down at Harry skeptically, trying to figure out what he was thinking. "Well? Aren't you going to tell me what you are thinking?"
Harry blushed slightly before nodding his head. "You look marvelous,"
It was Usagi's turn to blush as she sat down next to him. Fiddling slightly with the end of her black dress, her blush grew deeper. "Really?"
Harry grinned broadly and tucked one of the stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Really," he said, taking in the sight before him. She looked stunning in the black dress, it fitted her body perfectly and showed off her body shamelessly. 'Bad thoughts.bad thoughts Harry!'
Usagi smirked playfully as she saw Harry's gaze drop to the slightly visible cleavage. She really didn't know what brought her to it but. . .she actually felt aroused by that action. 'Damn Hormones.'
"You don't look too bad yourself," she commented, playfully tugging the collar of his shirt making him look her in the face.
Not knowing what was going on, but enjoying the feeling anyway his hand casually dropped onto her right leg. "Just for you," Harry said, his hand touching her exposed skin and enjoying the feeling. It was odd.yet, so arousing. 'Hormones . . .'
Usagi bit back a soft moan as she felt Harry's hand caress her thigh. It was such an exhilarating feeling, that she wanted more. Ignoring the loud beating of the music and all the people around them, and the whole chances of getting caught by her uncle, Usagi brought herself closer than possible.
"You know," mumbled Harry, eyes steadily fixed at her as his other free hand crawled around her waist.
"What?" whispered Usagi, her eyes clouded over with lust. She wanted more . . . and she knew he wanted more.
"I kinda like this." he finished leaning forward, ready to capture her lips in a soul-searing kiss. 'More,'
Usagi nodded, a soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his hand travel slightly higher than expected. "U-huh . . ." she mumbled, too dazed to say more. Leaning forward eagerly awaiting his lips. 'More,'
"O-Kay people!"
The whole moment was ruined when she found herself being roughly pushed towards the end of the sofa by two strong hands. "Oy!"
Looking up to see what disturbed her and Harry, she found Haruka glaring daggers at Harry.
"What did I do?!" yelled Harry in exasperation, glaring up at the Uranian senshi. Disappointment filled him as the task that was before him moments ago failed miserably.
"Touching too far below the belt!" growled Haruka, her face inching closer to Harry's face. "That was too far for my liking. . . heck, for anybodies liking. . ."
"Now dear, calm down," said Michiru stepping in before Haruka got the chance to annihilate the poor boy. Lightly touching the Uranian on the shoulder was enough to calm her down.
Usagi glared at Haruka, "Eh, that wasn't very nice Ruka-chan,"
Crossing her arms defiantly, Haruka muttered something under her breath. "We'll see what nice is when he gets in bed with you . . ."
Michiru hit Haruka upside on the head. "Shut up you,"
Harry and Usagi shared confused glances before turning back to the outer senshi.
"Hime, how are you feeling?" asked Setsuna, sitting down next to Usagi.
"Feeling?" repeated Usagi, a thoughtful expression etched on her face. Turning to Harry she gave him a thoughtful look before turning back to the Time Keeper. "Fine, I guess,"
"You guess?" said Haruka, an eyebrow raised exaggeratedly. Her gaze switched between the couple, then to their clasped hands that lay innocently in between them.
Usagi grinned broadly, "Did I mention you look wonderful in your blue Tux Ruka-chan?"
The Uranian princess sighed loudly in exasperation and rolled her eyes. Turning away from her Hime, she plopped down onto the far end of the sofa.
"Ano, you look lovely Michi-chan, Puu." grinned Usagi, gesturing to Michiru's pale green dress and Setsuna's garnet cocktail dress. Usagi beamed at Hotaru, "And you little one, look excellent!"
Hotaru giggled softly, "Arigatou Usagi-mama,"
Setsuna excused herself a little while later after spying Kurosawa conversing with some wizards. Pulling along young Hotaru both disappeared into the crowd of wizards and witches.
"Hey . . ." Mumbled Usagi after spying several very familiar faces. "Eh, my classmates have arrived. Cool." Turning to Harry, she gave him a small smile. "Can you excuse me for a second? Please?"
Harry nodded in approval, "Yeah," he answered. As she moved to stand up, he grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her close for one more second. "Just don't take too long, we still need to finish off where we left," he added in a low whisper, a suggestive smirk appeared on his face.
Usagi smirked slyly and gave his hand a soft squeeze, "Sure," she purred softly before she too disappeared into the sea of people.
"I'm going to get something to eat," announced Michiru, standing up and heading towards the buffet table.
Harry smiled brightly as he watched his girlfriend grin broadly at some of her classmates. He enjoyed watching her, it was like watching something really significant. And for the first time actually . . .he liked what he saw. Her long, creamy legs contrasting with the thin black garment, the way her hair fell around her face and off her shoulders. Her smiling radiant face and her shapely body . . . looked enticing.
'What on earth am I thinking?!' he mentally kicked himself. Though trying futilely to disperse every single dirty thought about him and Usagi, he couldn't help but let his eyes roam her body appreciatively. A sort of tingly sensation erupted through out his body . . . and for some bizarre reason, he liked it.
"So, how's life treatin' ya?"
Every single blissful memory and tingly sensation crashed into the pit of his stomach as Harry realized that he was not left alone as he thought he was. He felt like a whole bucket of ice water was dropped down on him as his companion scooted dangerously closer to him. 'Damn.'
"I'd say you keep your hands off her tonight," muttered Haruka thoughtfully, as she finally reached her place of destination. Sitting right next to Harry, meaning, in exact strangling range.
"What?" asked Harry incredulously, slowly inching away from the Uranian senshi. His gaze switched from Usagi to Haruka, unsure what to do.
Haruka's eyes narrowed down into two slits and sent a withering glare at the emerald-eyed boy. "I swear, if I even catch you touching any body part of her tonight . . ."
"But-I . . . we-I . . ." sputtered Harry, going flaming red upon slowly comprehending what Haruka really meant. He heard Michiru call for Haruka, and dearly hoped that the Uranian would leave soon.
"Be right there Michiru!" yelled Haruka over the loud pounding of music. Turning back to Harry, she moved - even possible- closer to Harry. Her eyes possessed a manic glint in them. Harry was sure that this girl might have been a deranged person of some sort.
"That's why," whispered Haruka, her face awfully close to his own. She pulled something out of her tuxedo's pockets. Harry thought she'd pull out her sword.
" . . . I want you to have this," she finished, shoving the foreign object into his right hand and closing it before he could catch a glimpse of it.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Haruka pulled moved away from Harry and looked quite smug upon seeing Harry's bewildered and slightly frightened face. Shrugging carelessly she stood up and stared down at him. "It's just for protection. . ."
"Err,"
Harry found himself squashed into the back of the sofa and Haruka, again, changed her mood and bent down so fast and gave him one last loathing glare. Her face was just inches from his own pearly-white fear stricken face. "If anything goes 'wrong' tonight . . .if you do something 'very' wrong tonight . . . I swear by the moon . . . I'm going to tear you up from limb to limb . . . "
Harry gave a little squeak of understanding, though not quite comprehending exactly what she was pointing out to. His right hand tightened around the small object in his hand unknowingly.
Smiling in utter satisfaction, Haruka pulled away finally and straightened her tie. Brightening up considerably, she flounced away to Michiru. Not before sending Harry one long, wide grin.
"What just happened?" muttered Harry more to himself than to anybody else. 'That woman is raving mad,' he mentally added, giving Haruka's back a brief glance.
Remembering the small object that the Uranian passed him, he opened his right hand.
"What the -"His eyes went wide as saucers as he finally pieced everything together of what the Uranian senshi REALLY meant. Blushing furiously, Harry quickly identified the little square object as nothing else but an.............
............Condom.
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Usagi switched her gaze from her classmates to the back of the room. Frowning softly, she could have sworn she saw somebody familiar back there. Shaking her head slightly she turned back to her classmates, faintly listening to what Tonchi was saying. 'Must be my imagination,' she mused, with a wry smile on her face.
Taking a brief glance towards the sofas she caught sight of Harry staring down at his open palm. A confused look crossed her face as she wondered what her boyfriend might be gaping at. Smiling softly she shook her head once again, thinking it as one of his usual craziness. She briefly saw him hastily pocket something before standing up and walk off, most likely look for his friends.
" . . . Usagi, you listening?" asked Hajime, eyeing the blonde curiously.
"Huh? What?"
Several of her classmates laughed, "You haven't changed," giggled Terra, a fellow 6th year with red hair in a high ponytail.
Hajime grinned ruefully, "I was saying we'll be having a Quidditch game tomorrow,"
Usagi looked up and stared at her team captain, "A what?"
Reika, another 6th year with short brown hair and glasses, giggled and handed Usagi another glass of punch. "You need something to drink, you seem to forget what's going on around here,"
Usagi rolled her eyes exasperatedly and grabbed the punch glass, "Of course I know what's going on! I'm just surprised with the Quidditch game thing, that's all,"
A collective round of 'sureee' and stifled laughter went around the table that accommodated around 20 classmates and friends of Usagi. Usagi simply ignored the laughter and glared.
"Anyway, I was wondering how many OWLs you guys got," asked Takeru, leaning forward and grinning thoughtfully. "I, myself, am proud to say I grabbed 3!"
Reika rolled her eyes, "That's plenty for you, seeing that you don't study at all,"
Takeru smirked proudly, "Ha! And I continue to say, 'Fool now, get money today, poison the Transfiguration Professor today and worry about tomorrow later,'"
A loud round of groans passed around the table, while Kayla slapped the teen upright on the head for his dumbness. Usagi grinned broadly and watched as some of the older years left and enjoyed the party on their own, leaving the 6th years alone.
"I got 9 OWLs," commented Reika, adjusting her glasses slightly. "Okasan and Otousan were thrilled,"
Terra gave Reika a thoughtful look, "Got 7 OWLs, Obasan was thrilled, but in the end made me do the laundry. Can't understand her in anyway," she said, shaking her head wryly.
"I got 8," said Usagi, looking quite thoughtful. "Still wonder how on earth I got one in Potions........can't even cook."
Yenta grinned broadly, "I guess you got lucky there," he said, while pouring himself another glass of punch.
"Yeah lucky," echoed Usagi. Her gaze shifted back to Harry, who by now was once again with Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Shingo. "Uh listen guys, excuse me will you? Need to talk to other guests and all........you know, be all hostess like?"
Again, a chorus of 'sureee' rang through the table. Laughing softly, Usagi slipped out of her chair and headed back to Harry with a grin on her face.
"I see you have returned," commented Harry, also sporting a grin on his face. Scooting over a little, he gave her room to sit.
"So I have," answered Usagi. Sitting down and cuddling up to him.
"There should be a law about Public display of affection," commented Ron, as he eyed the couple hold hands and cuddle, if possible, even closer together.
"Will you shu-" Usagi was ready to tell of Ron when she again saw somebody move around in the back. Screwing up her face, she tried to make out somebody's head.
"Something wrong?" asked Hermione staring at Usagi with a confused look. "You ok?" she added upon seeing the blonde grow pale.
"Usagi?"
Usagi's eyes grew slightly wider than usual as a sudden sense of recognition came over her. The person that she had been staring at became alarmingly familiar. Black hair, blue eyes, tall......Growing slightly paler, she scanned the hall trying to find the outers, yet none of them seemed to notice the intruder.
'How did he enter, how did he know?!' With a sudden lurch of fear, she detached herself from Harry and wearily eyed the figure lurking in the back. 'How.....'
"Excuse me for a second," she muttered distractedly, anxiety forming in the pit of her stomach. Briskly standing up, she weaved herself through the crowd her gaze firmly set on the person.
"And there she goes again," sighed Harry, while watching Usagi disappear into the crowd.
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'Be brave, strong. Don't show fear,' whispered a small voice inside her head. Finally the person she fully dreaded saw her approaching and gave her wide smirk as if expecting her to come. Anger flashed in her eyes, as a deep frown appeared on her face.
"Mamoru,"
Wearing a navy blue tuxedo, Mamoru beamed brightly at the blonde. "Wonderful place you run here, Usako,"
Usagi's eyes grew hard and sent him a withering glare, "Don't call me that, Or else-"
"-You'll sic Uranus at me?" He finished, his eyes glinting in malicious laughter. "Or, that wizard boyfriend of yours?"
Her fist clenched into fists, if there weren't so many people around, she'd surely hit him square in the face. Or better yet, jinxed him instead. "Why are you here?" she asked, over the loud pounding of music.
Shrugging nonchalantly, Mamoru moved around a bit, appreciating what he's seeing. "Just came to visit. See how everything is and all. See how you are,"
"I'm fine, as you can see," said Usagi, anger slowly rising upon seeing Mamoru grin like a cat-that-ate-the-mouse.
"Of course I can see that,"
"Then you can go, seeing that every intention that made you come here has been already fulfilled," snapped Usagi.
"Temper, temper." Chuckled Mamoru, taking Usagi by the elbow and guiding her for a small walk. "I thought the host should be more welcoming,"
She tried to free herself from him but found it useless as his grip simply tightened. Glowering up at the smiling man, "Let go,"
"I was thinking we'd have a little chat before you will ever-so-rudely kick me out of your humble little abode," said Mamoru, grinning broadly at some guest who greeted Usagi. "Don't look so glum, people may think-"
"-That you're mistreating me? Hurting perhaps?" finished Usagi, a glare intensified as she once again struggled to get free.
Chuckling once again, Mamoru shook his head. "No, I was saying People might think you're PMSing," his grin widened upon the withering glare her received. "As a Medical student I should know how disturbing PMS is for women,"
She would have slapped him or even hit him with her free hand, if not he had quickly pressed into her hand a punch glass. Her glare did not seize until they reached an area not so crowded, yet still given slight vie of Harry and all the other senshi that scattered around the room.
"I can see you steered clear from all the senshi while we came here," commented Usagi, bringing the drink to her lips.
Mamoru shrugged lightly, "Don't want to cause any trouble,"
Usagi smirked, "How courageous of you then,"
"You do always possess such a funny sense of humor," said Mamoru, as several guest passed by them.
Shifting her weight to her right foot, her expression darkened, "As I was saying, what do you want?"
"I never expected, you to be a witch," commented Mamoru thoughtfully, tapping his chin with his finger. "Yet alone, do so well in witchcraft,"
"Both my parents knew witchcraft. They were both Aurors. This kind of magic is different from the ancient planetarian magic we possess," she said with a glare.
Looking thoughtful, Mamoru continued to stare at the blonde. "That's why you excel in magic. Your knowledge of ancient Lunarian magic, combined with the present day magic.....no wonder," A smirk formed on his lips.
Usagi scowled, "You came all the way here from America to compliment me on my magic skills? Well then, I should be flattered,"
"I always wondered what our future might have been," said Mamoru out of the blue, a wistful expression plastered on his face. "You, me, Chibi-usa, the senshi........Crystal Tokyo,"
"Haven't I told you that the future was not the future? Weren't YOU the one who dumped me? Weren't you the one who slammed me against a wall nearly two months ago?" hissed Usagi, her grip on the cup suddenly tightening.
A gasp escaped her lips as she watched Mamoru's expression turn into a nasty sinister smile. Taking a step backwards, fear gripped her body.
"I think the future will look a whole lot brighter now. A much, much brighter than before. Master has got big plans, for him, you and me. You'd love the future," he whispered, suddenly leaning forward and grabbing her by the arm.
She felt her heart pounding in her chest at the mention of Master. "Master?" she repeated. What was he talking about? Confusion and fear gripped her body that her eyes suddenly shook with fear. His grasp tightened around her wrist. A painful remake of what happened months ago. "What are you talking about?"
"A wonderful future. We just need your cooperation that's all. Master has big plans for all of us. Yes, yes," he said in a sort of sneer, face now only inches away from Usagi's fear stricken face. "The Dark Lord will rise again," he whispered, eyes glinting malevolently.
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"Where did she go?" grumbled Harry, folding his arms across his chest and looking quite sour. Not only did he miss his girlfriend badly, he was actually looking forward for some bodily contact from her. Of course, he had no idea why he yearned for those. Nevertheless, he wanted her.
"Dunno mate," shrugged Ron, looking around briefly. "Probably went to the loo or something,"
Ginny gave a little squeak and eyed the left side of the hall with huge eyes.
"Something wrong Ginny?" inquired Shingo, concerned written on his face.
Harry looked too sour to look up and continued to stare ahead and watched the band perform.
Hermione seeing that the red headed girl was staring at something particular, too turned her attention to the left side of the hall. Her eyes widened at the sight.
"I think I've found her," mumbled Hermione.
"Whe-" Harry was not able to finish his sentence as the loud crashing of glass was heard from the left side of the room. He sprang to his feet as he saw who was the one who dropped the glass. His eyes grew wide in surprise and shock.
"She's over there, getting kissed by that guy," muttered Ron in disbelief.
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Her glass dropped instantly in shock as she stared at Mamoru in horror. 'The Dark Lord? He means Voldemort! But how could he? Why? He's betraying us!'
"Everything will turn out wonderfully fine, Usako," leered Mamoru, an unusually happy smile appeared on his face. It inched alarmingly closer.
A sudden feeling of fear and anger bubbled inside her. Not caring any more of the people around them, she began to struggle against him. She would not allow being dragged by Mamoru to Voldemort. Never.
"Let go!" She said, anger flashing in her fear stricken face. "You foul traitor! How dare you!" she hissed angrily. Pulling her face away in futile. "I said, Let go!" she said her voice rising.
Not really understanding what happened next, she heard a very loud growl of anger next to her before being roughly pushed backwards and hitting the decorative marble pillar behind her. A yell of pain came from unmistakably from Mamoru.
"How the hell did you get in here?!" Yelled Haruka, lunging for Mamoru yet again and dealing him another full blow on the face.
Everything came to an abrupt halt, a circle was formed around the three of them. Nearly everyone crowded around them, trying to see what the commotion was all about. Soft gasp were extracted from the crowd as Haruka dealt Mamoru a hard blow in the gut.
"You have some nerve, coming here!" growled Haruka, losing her temper completely.
"I see you haven't changed one bit," spat Mamoru, giving a sinister glare at the Uranian.
"Trait-"
"Enough!" snapped Michiru, brushing past Usagi and grabbing the ventilating Haruka by the shoulders. And with surprising strength, she pulled Haruka to her feet and restrained her from lashing out at the fallen man again.
"Usagi?" Usagi faintly heard Harry's alarmed voice from the crowd next to her. Staring in shook at Mamoru who by now was held by a stunning curse by two Wizard Guards, her head was swimming with the startling revelations he gave her.
"Throw him out," ordered Uncle Sam a deep scowl etched on his face. Both wizards nodded and turned around, ready to lead Mamoru out the Inn.
"Usagi you-"
"Hey! Hold on for a sec will you?" said Mamoru, making Usagi look up from the spot of the floor she had been staring at where Mamoru lay only seconds ago.
"Nice seeing you Usako," he commented, craning his neck to look over his shoulder and stare at her with his dancing blue eyes. Blood trickled down his chin and his whole face was bruised. It seemed he felt quite some pain in craning his neck.
"I'll be seeing quite soon of you again then, ne?" Mamoru added, eyes dancing maliciously. "Ja ne!" And then, with out a struggle he allowed himself to be pushed out the inn, chuckling to himself jubilantly.
"Okay everybody, the whole things over! Let's just continue with the party!" exclaimed Uncle Sam, dispersing the whispering crowd and allowing the music to slowly return.
"Usagi, are you alright?" he asked, approaching the shaking blonde.
Nodding numbly she managed out a fine. "Yeah," she muttered blankly.
"What happened?" asked Harry as her Uncle walked off to get the shaken girl a glass of water. "Did he do something?" he asked her, concern written all over his face.
Faintly listening on Haruka's rants about killing Mamoru and Michiru's chiding. And all her friends' questionings, she shook with fear. Not understanding why she was shaking so much, her hands tightened into fists. Though feeling a slight twinge of pain on her abused wrist, she felt something hard get crumpled in her fist.
Looking down at her hand, she extracted the parcel and found it to be a letter. Staring down at the front of the envelope. She eyed it with confusion.
Usagi Tsukino
Magic Room Inn
Grand Hall
514 Takihara, Juuban, Japan
The script was written in a long cursive handwriting. The red ink glittered softly in the light. 'How?'
"Usagi?" said Harry, as he watched his girlfriend stare at a letter.
With a strangled in take of breath, Usagi darted past a very enraged Haruka and zigzagged her way towards the main doors. Hurdling pat the Security, she thrust the doors open and ran into the cold night.
The street was deserted.
Letting out a deep sigh, Usagi stared around blankly at the empty street. 'Where is he?!' her mind screamed in frustration, staring up and down the street for any sign of Mamoru.
Realizing that he was no longer there, she closed her eyes and tried to calm her nerves. Reopening them again, she looked down at the front of the envelope with slight apprehension. She knew what Voldemort wanted, yet she wondered why he was sending her a letter.
The red ink glimmered slightly in the moon light, twinkling ever so softly up at her. Squinting her eyes a little, she brought the envelope up to her face, trying to get a closer view of it. Something about the ink intrigued her.
Pure horror crossed Usagi's face as she felt a warm pulse come from the envelope. A very familiar pulse that she knew by heart. The red ink seemed to glow softly in the moonlight as if reacting to it. The envelope slipped from her hands as she realized what the ink really was..................
.................her own blood.
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I happen to utterly loathe my classmates. I hate them to the core, and I hope they will die a very painful death when the time comes and go to hell. They made my life really miserable and I hate going to school. They are one of the factors why I am not writing much lately. I can't seem to write anything happy and love-dovey due to the fact I feel so tortured and in pained. Through that, I was able to write an anime fic, in which the content was rather 'dark. I apologize for the delays of my fics and do intent to finish all of them. I do.
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Chapter 12
"The party (I)"
"How about this one?" grinned Hotaru, holding up a fiery-red dress with a rather deep plunging neckline and bare back. The 11 year old quickly bounded to Usagi and held it up against her. "That would really impress Harry,"
"I say, with that dress it would look like you're planning to take him to bed," muttered Hermione behind a rack of cocktail dresses. On a breezy Friday afternoon, she, Usagi, Ginny, Hotaru and the other outers were out to buy dresses for the following days party.
Usagi blushed crimson and gently smiled down at Hotaru, "I don't think I'd want that to happen,"
"Why?" asked Hotaru, a little curious while returning the skimpy dress.
"Ah," began Usagi, while still blushing very red. "I don't think that this would be the appropriate time to discuss that," she said while shooting her giggling bushy-haired friend a death glare.
"Oh, ok," nodded Hotaru not quite understanding. Instead, she continued in finding the right dress for herself.
"Where are Haruka and the others?" asked Ginny, her head appearing from behind a long rack of gowns.
"They went to the dress shop next door," answered Usagi, while pulling out a blue dress. "They always buy their stuff their, I dunno why though," she added thoughtfully, putting the blue dress back.
"What do you think Usagi-mama?" asked Hotaru, appearing from behind the dressing room. She wore a deep purple mid-calf dress, with embroidery of a butterfly at the right hip. It had short sleeves and beds at the neckline.
"You look kawaii!" grinned Usagi eyeing the girl's dress. "Wonderful!"
"It really suits you Hotaru!" complemented Hermione, nodding her head in approval.
"Do a twirl!" squealed Ginny, head popping out of another random dress rack. She clapped her hands in delight upon seeing Hotaru twirl.
Bending down a little Usagi grinned, "Great! Now take it off and hold on to it while we find something decent for us girls,"
"Hai!" said Hotaru nodding in understanding and disappearing behind the curtain.
"Why does it take so long for us to find the proper dresses?" mused Hermione while scanning a rack full of white dresses.
"I think it's some kind of universal law, that younger girls can find something to wear in no time at all. While us older girls must look for, like, forever," muttered Ginny pulling out a bubblegum pink dress. Scrunching up her face she quickly placed it back.
After a very long hour both girls, Ginny and Hermione had already found their respective dresses. Ginny, going for a simple beige cocktail dress. It would wrap around her neck and just stop mid-calf below her knees. It would slightly spread out by the hip. Hermione simply chose a nice light turquoise dress, with off shoulder sleeves. Now, both girls with a patient Hotaru waited outside the dressing area for the changing Usagi.
"Usagi, hurry up," said Hermione, plopping down on the sofa. "It's already lunch,"
"I'm hungry!" whined Ginny, holding her dress to her stomach. "I wanna eat!"
"Just a sec," said Usagi from behind the curtain. "I still need to try it on,"
"Well hurry up," sighed Hermione.
"Okay, okay," mumbled Usagi, carefully sliding the dress over her body. Pulling her hair out of the dress Usagi turned to the mirror and examined her reflection. She wore a simple black dress. It had a slight v-neckline and was sleeveless. With its bare back, it fit her body perfectly. The fabric was soft against her skin, as the dress stopped several inches above her knees.
Smiling in satisfaction, the 16 year old turned around to open the curtain in order to show her friends. 'I wonder what Harry might think,' she mused with a faint blush. "Well? What do you think?"
Hotaru's eyes lit up in delight, "you look wonderful Usagi-mama!"
"That looks great on you!" commented Hermione, nodding her head in approval.
"Yeah! Wonderful! Now hurry up, so that we can eat!" grinned Ginny pushing the laughing blonde back into the dressing area.
"Usagi, were heading over to the cashier. We'll wait for you there," said Hermione as Usagi stepped into the cubicle.
"Alright," answered Usagi, pulling the curtains back. Smiling lightly she began to pull the dress off her. Pulling back on her jeans and pink shirt, she moved to get back out side when she suddenly felt a dark wave wash over her. 'Something's wrong!' her mind screamed.
She stifled a gasp as she felt a dark energy invade her senses. 'Something is definitely not right,' she mused. She slumped against the crisp blue wall of the dressing cubicle to try to calm her erratic breathing.
*Soon . . . be prepared Serenity . . .*
Gasping, Usagi looked up sharply at the blue ceiling. Someone was warning her. Voldemort must have called her. His low hiss rang in her ears, sending shivers down her spine.
*You will be mine . . .*
"No," she gasped out loud, a sudden wave of fear washing over her. Quickly grabbing the black dress off the hock she bolted through the curtains, gasping loudly for air. Closing her eyes, she tried to calm down her rapidly beating heart. The small cubicle felt like a prison to her just moments ago, like the walls were closing in on her. Taking in another raged breath, she opened her eyes to find a sales girl staring at her oddly.
"Are you alright miss?"
Smiling shakily, Usagi nodded, "Claustrophobic," she lied. "Hate those small places,"
The sales girl nodded in understanding and went back in sorting out underwear. Seeing that the sales girl was now busy, Usagi sighed loudly. 'Voldemort,' she thought, feeling a slight wave of fear coming over her. She really wasn't afraid of him, it's just the thought of what he might DO to her when he caught her what scared her the most.
"Usagi, I'm hungry!" yelled Ginny, standing in a short line at the cashier.
Nodding her head, Usagi shakily made her way to the line. Offering a small smile to her friends, she quickly took the space that they had been holding for her. She quickly glanced back at the small cubicle with a glint of fear in her eyes. 'Was that really Voldemort?' she thought.
"Usagi-mama? Are you alright?" inquired Hotaru, clutching her paper bag in one hand. She could sense that something was not right with the princess.
Usagi stared down at Hotaru and offered a reassuring smile. "I'm fine," she answered. Smiling politely at the cashier clerk, she handed over her credit card. "Just a little bit caught up in my own thoughts that's all,"
"Well, after lunch how about we got look for some shoes?" asked Hermione, watching the blonde smile a thank you at the clerk and getting her paper bag.
Ginny frowned, "I don't have enough money for shoes," she commented thoughtfully, as she fished through her pockets.
Usagi smiled brightly and slung her arm around the red heads shoulder, "Ah, don't worry my friend. I'll gladly pay for your shoes,"
Ginny blushed crimson and shock her head, "Ah, no! Don't!"
"Nonsense! I love helping out a friend! And besides, it'll get my mind of some things," said Usagi, leading them out the store.
"But -" sputtered Ginny, as both Hermione and Hotaru giggled slightly.
"You can buy me ice cream instead," commented Usagi with a sly grin.
Seeing that ice cream was way much cheaper than a pair of shoes, Ginny laughed and agreed. "Well, okay,"
"Great! Now, let's get some lunch," suggested Usagi grinning broadly. 'If Voldemort wants me, then he'll just have to try,' she thought. 'I'll be ready,'
~That Evening, at the Inn~
"I really don't see the reason, why girls spend so much time at the mall," said Ron, spread across the white sofa. "It's like they live in there,"
"Well, they are picking out dresses," commented Harry, after sipping some of his tea. "Unlike us, who just picked something out randomly out a rack and purchase it immediately, they spend their time,"
Shingo grinned ruefully, "Usagi-chan usually does take the longest in shopping,"
Harry blinked, "Really?"
"One word of advice, if she tells you to go shopping with her. Don't agree, no matter how much she whines or how much she pouts. Don't do it unless you are very desperate to spend much money," grinned Shingo. He chuckled as he saw Harry's paled expression.
"Well, at least I don't have to worry about that problem with Hermione," grinned Ron.
"We're here!"
Shingo smiled as he watched Ginny bounding into the lounge, holding two paper bags. She beamed at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and plopped down on the sofa next to him. Hermione, who also lugged to paper bags with her, did similarly the same with Ron, though nearly sitting down on his stomach since he refused to scoot over on the sofa.
Harry blinked twice, noticing that his girlfriend was missing, "Where's Usagi?"
Hermione frowned slightly, "She went up to her room. Said she was tired, she really didn't look well though,"
Upon seeing Harry's worried expression, Ginny quickly added. "It's natural for her to be so tired, you know. About that near to death experience with her two days ago. It would be natural. She said not-" she trailed off as she watched Harry standing up and slowly walk up the stairs. "-To worry . . ."
"You know how he is, always the worry wart," said Ron with a shrug. "He'll get older sooner than any of us,"
"Are you sure Usagi-chan is fine?" inquired Shingo, hints of worry in his voice.
"She told us she was alright,"
"So, where are the outers?" asked Ron.
"They dropped us off here," answered Hermione. "They'll be here tomorrow night for the party."
"So, how was your day?" asked Ginny with a grin.
~Usagi's room~
Usagi stumbled slightly as she entered her little bathroom after placing all her shopping bags into her closet. 'What's wrong with me?' she thought in alarm. Stumbling towards the sink, she gripped it for support and quickly stared at her reflection. She looked flushed and sweating. 'What's going on?' she thought in alarm, feeling the room suddenly spin.
Something felt different, something was really wrong. She felt clammy, tired, pained, hurt, and all other sorts of things she couldn't place her finger on. Clutching the sink tighter with her fingers until her knuckles turned white, she let out a little gasp. A little jolt of pain ran through her. Something was tugging - something.
A sudden wave of disorientation hit her as her fingers slipped from the sink and she slowly collapsed on to the plush pink rug. "Stop," she gasped in a ragged breath. -Tug-there it was again. She let out a little gasp of pain, something was happening to her.
Something was pulling her soul.
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As Harry reached out for the golden doorknob, he let out a gasp. It felt so sudden, like a wave of -something- had hit him. His knees suddenly buckled under his weight and he fell right into Usagi's room.
'What's happening?' he thought in alarm. As he kicked the door closed with his leg as to avoid others to see his state. A sudden wave of pain washed over him, as he quickly placed his hands over his chest. He felt a sudden painful tug in his insides that made his gasp in pain. Heavily leaning against the foot of Usagi's bed, he took several deep breaths.
Questions swiveled in his head, as he began to wonder what was going on with his body. Again there was the faint tugging thing happening. Letting out a little gasp of pain, he clutched his chest. Closing his eyes, praying that it would be over soon. 'What's going on?' he thought between painful gasps. It certainly felt like something was being taken out of him. Like something was pulling, something near his heart. It hurt, really hurt.
"Usagi?" Harry began to search for the golden haired girl. He heard a little moan of pain coming from the bathroom. Standing up on shaky feet with his right hand still placed over his chest, he stumbled into the bathroom. He let out a gasp from either of pain or from surprise. Falling to his knees, he quickly engulfed the gasping girl in hug.
"What's happening?" whispered Usagi, while clutching onto Harry in pain. 'Does he feel it too?' she thought, while letting out a sharp gasp of pain. She never really thought that this would hurt so much.
"I-I don't know," mumbled Harry into her hair, while holding onto his girlfriend. 'She must feel it too,' he thought, as he felt the pain increase.
Usagi tried to think, wondering why this was happening to them. Why strands of her souls are being pulled, why Harry was feeling her pain. WHY?! Her mind raced with possibilities as she clung to his body as the tugging continued. Tears began to slowly form in her eyes, as the pain began to hurt too much. Looking over Harry's shoulder, she let out a gasp. She saw them. . .
. . . Tiny strands of gold and green, dancing in the air.
'*Souls are woven together once they find their match, *' her mothers voice rang in her head. She could feel Harry slowly relax in her arms, feeling the pain slowly relax. She stayed silent, as she watched several more strands appear and dance around in the air. She watched as they began to weave together. Gold and green, both woven together. '*Both bonded together for life, *'
'Soulmates,' Usagi thought, as she watched the woven strands slowly worm their way back into her and Harry's body. She let out a sudden gasp of pain, as Harry did the same, as the woven strands pushed themselves back into their bodies.
"What happened?" asked Harry, a little out of breath. He pulled her away from him and stared at her curiously. 'I feel different,'
Usagi couldn't help it, as several tears of happiness escaped her eyes. 'We're soulmates, bonded for life,' she thought. Without much further explanation she kissed Harry on the lips.
~Outers' mansion~
"It happened," mumbled Setsuna, feeling the princess sudden wave of happiness wash over her. Staring out the near full Moon, she let out a sigh of content. 'Finally,'
"Does that mean that tomorrow night is the 'night'?" asked Michiru, with a smile on her face.
"Hai,"
"This is so not right," muttered Haruka under her breath with a slight disgruntled look on her face.
Setsuna chuckled, "Those are they ways 'Ruka. Once their souls are bonded the final stage of their bonding will take place. When the new Moon shines brightly tomorrow night, the princess will have her soulmate."
Haruka muttered something inaudible under her breath but glared at the time senshi, "They are just 16! They can't just-just-just-"
Michiru smacked the Uranian senshi on the head and chuckled slightly, "They wont do that! You and your perverted mind,"
Setsuna smiled lightly and averted her gaze to the relieved Uranian, "A simple kiss would do the trick,"
Letting out a relieved sigh, Haruka grinned sheepishly, "Well, at least we wont have to worry about Usagi getting pregnant,"
Michiru, again, let out an exasperated sigh and smacked her lover upright on the head, "Pervert,"
Chuckling lightly, Haruka stood up and gave them a rueful grin. "I'm going to check on Hotaru," she said before slipping out of the drawing room.
Michiru sighed loudly and eyes and silent Setsuna, "You think we should have told her?"
Setsuna smiled mysteriously, her eyes twinkling in delight, "I see no need to. I know that both Usagi and Harry are very sensible enough not to go any further than needed,"
"You think Usagi knows about the whole process of soul-bonding?" asked Michiru walking up to the bay window and sitting down next to Setsuna.
"I am sure she knows enough,"
"Well, I'm a bit worried," mumbled Michiru with a slight frown.
"About?"
Michiru chuckled lightly, "About Harry, if Haruka sees him tomorrow evening, Selene only knows what might happen to that poor boy,"
Setsuna smiled and nodded her head. Staring back out the window, she looked up at the nearly full Moon. 'May it be their only complete moment of full happiness. As for the future shows darkness, it may be their last . . .'
~Saturday, Night of the Party~
The Magic Room inn was filled with noisy clatter of pots and pans crashing, people running around, cleaning, arranging, and knocking other staff personnel onto the ground. There were the loud shouts of instructions coming from Uncle Sam, Usagi, and Riesel (The party planner witch). Through out the afternoon, the lounge and dinning room were transformed into a party hall.
Banners floating in the air, balloons and streamers hanging practically everywhere. Confetti and several balloons littered the floor as the afternoon slowly turned into night. Slowly, food and drinks were filled on the 20-meter long table at the side of the dining room. Small red tables littered the area with black chairs, as the candles, creating a romantic look, lightly dimmed the lights. The lounge had a small stage where the band was to perform. With a large free space in the middle for dancing and partying. Lounge chairs and sofas were moved to the sides for rest and spectators. Small tables of refreshments and finger foods. A huge disco ball was spinning up in the air among the banners, as the lights were too dimmed.
Waiters and waitresses scurried around the place, as slowly people began to pile in. the night had begun, as wizards and witches of different sizes piled in. the band already began to play up on stage, making more and more people filled the dance floor. Loud music filled the inn, mixed with loud laughter and talking from the guests. The burly security wizard, managing the front door couldn't help but tap his feet by the beat of the music as he checked the guests' names from the list.
Uncle Sam, wearing a posh black suit, couldn't help but beam at the entire scene. He nodded his thank you as guests complemented about the food and whole arrangement. Everything was running smoothly. Sighing in satisfaction, he quickly strode up to the sofas and sat down next to an exuberant Mr. Weasley.
"Well, are all of you enjoying yourselves?" he asked.
"This wine is exquisite!" bubbled Mr. Weasley, holding up a half-filled wine glass. Taking another swig, he beamed at Uncle Sam. "Wonderful!"
Mrs. Weasley let out an exasperated sigh an took the wine glass out her husband's hand, "Dear, not too much,"
"None sense molly! Enjoy the night!" said Mr. Weasley, adjusting his tan tuxedo. He grabbed Mrs. Weasley by the sleeve of her green dress robes. "We shall dance!" he exclaimed, pulling the giggling woman towards the dance floor as the music changed into something danceable for the adults.
Uncle Sam chuckled and turned to the teens, "So how are you kids doing?"
Ron beamed, "This party is great!" he exclaimed, holding up a platter filled with different arrays of food.
"Yeah, it's great!" echoed Ginny, with a huge smile.
Hermione nodded her head; several strands of her hair bobbing with her, falling lose from the tight French twist. "Though there aren't many children," she commented thoughtfully.
Uncle Sam chuckled lightly, "I believe Shingo and Usagi's classmates are on their way,"
"Speaking of Usagi, where is she?" asked Harry with a slight frown. He grew a little worried, dreading that something might have happened to her again like what happened yesterday. Neither one spoke to their friends of what had happened to them yesterday. It still puzzled him. But he was quite sure something really did happen to them, something really different. He in fact actually felt quite different now, in a way, he felt . . . how should he say . . . more connected to Usagi.
Shingo patted his emerald-eyed friend on the shoulder, "Don't worry, she's still handling the caterers back in the kitchen. She should be with us anytime soon,"
Uncle Sam nodded, "If you kids excuse me, I think I see some wizards from the ministry," he said, standing up and quickly disappearing into the crowd.
Ron beamed and adjusted the sleeves of his tan dress shirt, "This party is even better than the Yule ball,"
Ginny sighed loudly and pulled a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, "The Yule ball was really boring,"
"Well, you did spend it with Neville," laughed Ron.
"Neville?" asked Shingo, a hint of jealousy in his voice. He eyed his giggling girlfriend and frowned.
Ginny patted his blue-sleeved shoulder and grinned, "No one for you to worry about,"
Shingo huffed loudly and eyed the laughing Ron, "Are you sure?"
Ginny rolled her eyes in annoyance and crossed her legs, "For gods sakes, Neville's the most clumsy boy in all of Hogwarts. He's no competition," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "So you wanna dance?"
Shingo grinned and pulled her off the sofa, "You bet,"
Ron sighed loudly upon feeling Hermione poke him in the ribs, "Okay, okay," he mumbled, setting the tray of food down and grabbing Hermione's hand. "But don't say I didn't warn you that I dance like a duck,"
Hermione laughed and tugged him towards the dance floor, "I'll teach,"
Ron laughed and looked over his shoulder and eyed the silent Harry, "I hopes it's okay with you,"
Harry grinned at his best friends, "Sure, I'll just wait for Usagi,"
Hermione grinned and pulled Ron one final time, "Great," she said, as both disappeared into the crowd of dancing people.
Harry sighed loudly and crossed his arms across his chest. Leaning heavily against the white leather sofa, he closed his eyes and listened to the beat of the music. His mind wandering to where Usagi might be and when she would arrive. His thoughts drifted back to what happened yesterday. He knew that something different happened between the two of them.
She told him that it was really nothing to worry about. That it were just a simple pain that the two of them shared. Something that signaled that the two were bound to be together. A rueful smile appeared on his face at the thought. 'Together,' he mused. It did sound nice; he really loved this girl and would probably do anything for her. Yet it still bothered him that he had to go so soon. He dearly wished that Serena could go with him back to England, yet he knew that would be impossible.
"Penny for your thought?"
"Wha?" A pair of slender legs wearing black sandals appeared in his line of vision. Looking up, he was left gaping at the owner of the legs.
Usagi looked down at Harry skeptically, trying to figure out what he was thinking. "Well? Aren't you going to tell me what you are thinking?"
Harry blushed slightly before nodding his head. "You look marvelous,"
It was Usagi's turn to blush as she sat down next to him. Fiddling slightly with the end of her black dress, her blush grew deeper. "Really?"
Harry grinned broadly and tucked one of the stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Really," he said, taking in the sight before him. She looked stunning in the black dress, it fitted her body perfectly and showed off her body shamelessly. 'Bad thoughts.bad thoughts Harry!'
Usagi smirked playfully as she saw Harry's gaze drop to the slightly visible cleavage. She really didn't know what brought her to it but. . .she actually felt aroused by that action. 'Damn Hormones.'
"You don't look too bad yourself," she commented, playfully tugging the collar of his shirt making him look her in the face.
Not knowing what was going on, but enjoying the feeling anyway his hand casually dropped onto her right leg. "Just for you," Harry said, his hand touching her exposed skin and enjoying the feeling. It was odd.yet, so arousing. 'Hormones . . .'
Usagi bit back a soft moan as she felt Harry's hand caress her thigh. It was such an exhilarating feeling, that she wanted more. Ignoring the loud beating of the music and all the people around them, and the whole chances of getting caught by her uncle, Usagi brought herself closer than possible.
"You know," mumbled Harry, eyes steadily fixed at her as his other free hand crawled around her waist.
"What?" whispered Usagi, her eyes clouded over with lust. She wanted more . . . and she knew he wanted more.
"I kinda like this." he finished leaning forward, ready to capture her lips in a soul-searing kiss. 'More,'
Usagi nodded, a soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his hand travel slightly higher than expected. "U-huh . . ." she mumbled, too dazed to say more. Leaning forward eagerly awaiting his lips. 'More,'
"O-Kay people!"
The whole moment was ruined when she found herself being roughly pushed towards the end of the sofa by two strong hands. "Oy!"
Looking up to see what disturbed her and Harry, she found Haruka glaring daggers at Harry.
"What did I do?!" yelled Harry in exasperation, glaring up at the Uranian senshi. Disappointment filled him as the task that was before him moments ago failed miserably.
"Touching too far below the belt!" growled Haruka, her face inching closer to Harry's face. "That was too far for my liking. . . heck, for anybodies liking. . ."
"Now dear, calm down," said Michiru stepping in before Haruka got the chance to annihilate the poor boy. Lightly touching the Uranian on the shoulder was enough to calm her down.
Usagi glared at Haruka, "Eh, that wasn't very nice Ruka-chan,"
Crossing her arms defiantly, Haruka muttered something under her breath. "We'll see what nice is when he gets in bed with you . . ."
Michiru hit Haruka upside on the head. "Shut up you,"
Harry and Usagi shared confused glances before turning back to the outer senshi.
"Hime, how are you feeling?" asked Setsuna, sitting down next to Usagi.
"Feeling?" repeated Usagi, a thoughtful expression etched on her face. Turning to Harry she gave him a thoughtful look before turning back to the Time Keeper. "Fine, I guess,"
"You guess?" said Haruka, an eyebrow raised exaggeratedly. Her gaze switched between the couple, then to their clasped hands that lay innocently in between them.
Usagi grinned broadly, "Did I mention you look wonderful in your blue Tux Ruka-chan?"
The Uranian princess sighed loudly in exasperation and rolled her eyes. Turning away from her Hime, she plopped down onto the far end of the sofa.
"Ano, you look lovely Michi-chan, Puu." grinned Usagi, gesturing to Michiru's pale green dress and Setsuna's garnet cocktail dress. Usagi beamed at Hotaru, "And you little one, look excellent!"
Hotaru giggled softly, "Arigatou Usagi-mama,"
Setsuna excused herself a little while later after spying Kurosawa conversing with some wizards. Pulling along young Hotaru both disappeared into the crowd of wizards and witches.
"Hey . . ." Mumbled Usagi after spying several very familiar faces. "Eh, my classmates have arrived. Cool." Turning to Harry, she gave him a small smile. "Can you excuse me for a second? Please?"
Harry nodded in approval, "Yeah," he answered. As she moved to stand up, he grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her close for one more second. "Just don't take too long, we still need to finish off where we left," he added in a low whisper, a suggestive smirk appeared on his face.
Usagi smirked slyly and gave his hand a soft squeeze, "Sure," she purred softly before she too disappeared into the sea of people.
"I'm going to get something to eat," announced Michiru, standing up and heading towards the buffet table.
Harry smiled brightly as he watched his girlfriend grin broadly at some of her classmates. He enjoyed watching her, it was like watching something really significant. And for the first time actually . . .he liked what he saw. Her long, creamy legs contrasting with the thin black garment, the way her hair fell around her face and off her shoulders. Her smiling radiant face and her shapely body . . . looked enticing.
'What on earth am I thinking?!' he mentally kicked himself. Though trying futilely to disperse every single dirty thought about him and Usagi, he couldn't help but let his eyes roam her body appreciatively. A sort of tingly sensation erupted through out his body . . . and for some bizarre reason, he liked it.
"So, how's life treatin' ya?"
Every single blissful memory and tingly sensation crashed into the pit of his stomach as Harry realized that he was not left alone as he thought he was. He felt like a whole bucket of ice water was dropped down on him as his companion scooted dangerously closer to him. 'Damn.'
"I'd say you keep your hands off her tonight," muttered Haruka thoughtfully, as she finally reached her place of destination. Sitting right next to Harry, meaning, in exact strangling range.
"What?" asked Harry incredulously, slowly inching away from the Uranian senshi. His gaze switched from Usagi to Haruka, unsure what to do.
Haruka's eyes narrowed down into two slits and sent a withering glare at the emerald-eyed boy. "I swear, if I even catch you touching any body part of her tonight . . ."
"But-I . . . we-I . . ." sputtered Harry, going flaming red upon slowly comprehending what Haruka really meant. He heard Michiru call for Haruka, and dearly hoped that the Uranian would leave soon.
"Be right there Michiru!" yelled Haruka over the loud pounding of music. Turning back to Harry, she moved - even possible- closer to Harry. Her eyes possessed a manic glint in them. Harry was sure that this girl might have been a deranged person of some sort.
"That's why," whispered Haruka, her face awfully close to his own. She pulled something out of her tuxedo's pockets. Harry thought she'd pull out her sword.
" . . . I want you to have this," she finished, shoving the foreign object into his right hand and closing it before he could catch a glimpse of it.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Haruka pulled moved away from Harry and looked quite smug upon seeing Harry's bewildered and slightly frightened face. Shrugging carelessly she stood up and stared down at him. "It's just for protection. . ."
"Err,"
Harry found himself squashed into the back of the sofa and Haruka, again, changed her mood and bent down so fast and gave him one last loathing glare. Her face was just inches from his own pearly-white fear stricken face. "If anything goes 'wrong' tonight . . .if you do something 'very' wrong tonight . . . I swear by the moon . . . I'm going to tear you up from limb to limb . . . "
Harry gave a little squeak of understanding, though not quite comprehending exactly what she was pointing out to. His right hand tightened around the small object in his hand unknowingly.
Smiling in utter satisfaction, Haruka pulled away finally and straightened her tie. Brightening up considerably, she flounced away to Michiru. Not before sending Harry one long, wide grin.
"What just happened?" muttered Harry more to himself than to anybody else. 'That woman is raving mad,' he mentally added, giving Haruka's back a brief glance.
Remembering the small object that the Uranian passed him, he opened his right hand.
"What the -"His eyes went wide as saucers as he finally pieced everything together of what the Uranian senshi REALLY meant. Blushing furiously, Harry quickly identified the little square object as nothing else but an.............
............Condom.
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Usagi switched her gaze from her classmates to the back of the room. Frowning softly, she could have sworn she saw somebody familiar back there. Shaking her head slightly she turned back to her classmates, faintly listening to what Tonchi was saying. 'Must be my imagination,' she mused, with a wry smile on her face.
Taking a brief glance towards the sofas she caught sight of Harry staring down at his open palm. A confused look crossed her face as she wondered what her boyfriend might be gaping at. Smiling softly she shook her head once again, thinking it as one of his usual craziness. She briefly saw him hastily pocket something before standing up and walk off, most likely look for his friends.
" . . . Usagi, you listening?" asked Hajime, eyeing the blonde curiously.
"Huh? What?"
Several of her classmates laughed, "You haven't changed," giggled Terra, a fellow 6th year with red hair in a high ponytail.
Hajime grinned ruefully, "I was saying we'll be having a Quidditch game tomorrow,"
Usagi looked up and stared at her team captain, "A what?"
Reika, another 6th year with short brown hair and glasses, giggled and handed Usagi another glass of punch. "You need something to drink, you seem to forget what's going on around here,"
Usagi rolled her eyes exasperatedly and grabbed the punch glass, "Of course I know what's going on! I'm just surprised with the Quidditch game thing, that's all,"
A collective round of 'sureee' and stifled laughter went around the table that accommodated around 20 classmates and friends of Usagi. Usagi simply ignored the laughter and glared.
"Anyway, I was wondering how many OWLs you guys got," asked Takeru, leaning forward and grinning thoughtfully. "I, myself, am proud to say I grabbed 3!"
Reika rolled her eyes, "That's plenty for you, seeing that you don't study at all,"
Takeru smirked proudly, "Ha! And I continue to say, 'Fool now, get money today, poison the Transfiguration Professor today and worry about tomorrow later,'"
A loud round of groans passed around the table, while Kayla slapped the teen upright on the head for his dumbness. Usagi grinned broadly and watched as some of the older years left and enjoyed the party on their own, leaving the 6th years alone.
"I got 9 OWLs," commented Reika, adjusting her glasses slightly. "Okasan and Otousan were thrilled,"
Terra gave Reika a thoughtful look, "Got 7 OWLs, Obasan was thrilled, but in the end made me do the laundry. Can't understand her in anyway," she said, shaking her head wryly.
"I got 8," said Usagi, looking quite thoughtful. "Still wonder how on earth I got one in Potions........can't even cook."
Yenta grinned broadly, "I guess you got lucky there," he said, while pouring himself another glass of punch.
"Yeah lucky," echoed Usagi. Her gaze shifted back to Harry, who by now was once again with Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Shingo. "Uh listen guys, excuse me will you? Need to talk to other guests and all........you know, be all hostess like?"
Again, a chorus of 'sureee' rang through the table. Laughing softly, Usagi slipped out of her chair and headed back to Harry with a grin on her face.
"I see you have returned," commented Harry, also sporting a grin on his face. Scooting over a little, he gave her room to sit.
"So I have," answered Usagi. Sitting down and cuddling up to him.
"There should be a law about Public display of affection," commented Ron, as he eyed the couple hold hands and cuddle, if possible, even closer together.
"Will you shu-" Usagi was ready to tell of Ron when she again saw somebody move around in the back. Screwing up her face, she tried to make out somebody's head.
"Something wrong?" asked Hermione staring at Usagi with a confused look. "You ok?" she added upon seeing the blonde grow pale.
"Usagi?"
Usagi's eyes grew slightly wider than usual as a sudden sense of recognition came over her. The person that she had been staring at became alarmingly familiar. Black hair, blue eyes, tall......Growing slightly paler, she scanned the hall trying to find the outers, yet none of them seemed to notice the intruder.
'How did he enter, how did he know?!' With a sudden lurch of fear, she detached herself from Harry and wearily eyed the figure lurking in the back. 'How.....'
"Excuse me for a second," she muttered distractedly, anxiety forming in the pit of her stomach. Briskly standing up, she weaved herself through the crowd her gaze firmly set on the person.
"And there she goes again," sighed Harry, while watching Usagi disappear into the crowd.
~
'Be brave, strong. Don't show fear,' whispered a small voice inside her head. Finally the person she fully dreaded saw her approaching and gave her wide smirk as if expecting her to come. Anger flashed in her eyes, as a deep frown appeared on her face.
"Mamoru,"
Wearing a navy blue tuxedo, Mamoru beamed brightly at the blonde. "Wonderful place you run here, Usako,"
Usagi's eyes grew hard and sent him a withering glare, "Don't call me that, Or else-"
"-You'll sic Uranus at me?" He finished, his eyes glinting in malicious laughter. "Or, that wizard boyfriend of yours?"
Her fist clenched into fists, if there weren't so many people around, she'd surely hit him square in the face. Or better yet, jinxed him instead. "Why are you here?" she asked, over the loud pounding of music.
Shrugging nonchalantly, Mamoru moved around a bit, appreciating what he's seeing. "Just came to visit. See how everything is and all. See how you are,"
"I'm fine, as you can see," said Usagi, anger slowly rising upon seeing Mamoru grin like a cat-that-ate-the-mouse.
"Of course I can see that,"
"Then you can go, seeing that every intention that made you come here has been already fulfilled," snapped Usagi.
"Temper, temper." Chuckled Mamoru, taking Usagi by the elbow and guiding her for a small walk. "I thought the host should be more welcoming,"
She tried to free herself from him but found it useless as his grip simply tightened. Glowering up at the smiling man, "Let go,"
"I was thinking we'd have a little chat before you will ever-so-rudely kick me out of your humble little abode," said Mamoru, grinning broadly at some guest who greeted Usagi. "Don't look so glum, people may think-"
"-That you're mistreating me? Hurting perhaps?" finished Usagi, a glare intensified as she once again struggled to get free.
Chuckling once again, Mamoru shook his head. "No, I was saying People might think you're PMSing," his grin widened upon the withering glare her received. "As a Medical student I should know how disturbing PMS is for women,"
She would have slapped him or even hit him with her free hand, if not he had quickly pressed into her hand a punch glass. Her glare did not seize until they reached an area not so crowded, yet still given slight vie of Harry and all the other senshi that scattered around the room.
"I can see you steered clear from all the senshi while we came here," commented Usagi, bringing the drink to her lips.
Mamoru shrugged lightly, "Don't want to cause any trouble,"
Usagi smirked, "How courageous of you then,"
"You do always possess such a funny sense of humor," said Mamoru, as several guest passed by them.
Shifting her weight to her right foot, her expression darkened, "As I was saying, what do you want?"
"I never expected, you to be a witch," commented Mamoru thoughtfully, tapping his chin with his finger. "Yet alone, do so well in witchcraft,"
"Both my parents knew witchcraft. They were both Aurors. This kind of magic is different from the ancient planetarian magic we possess," she said with a glare.
Looking thoughtful, Mamoru continued to stare at the blonde. "That's why you excel in magic. Your knowledge of ancient Lunarian magic, combined with the present day magic.....no wonder," A smirk formed on his lips.
Usagi scowled, "You came all the way here from America to compliment me on my magic skills? Well then, I should be flattered,"
"I always wondered what our future might have been," said Mamoru out of the blue, a wistful expression plastered on his face. "You, me, Chibi-usa, the senshi........Crystal Tokyo,"
"Haven't I told you that the future was not the future? Weren't YOU the one who dumped me? Weren't you the one who slammed me against a wall nearly two months ago?" hissed Usagi, her grip on the cup suddenly tightening.
A gasp escaped her lips as she watched Mamoru's expression turn into a nasty sinister smile. Taking a step backwards, fear gripped her body.
"I think the future will look a whole lot brighter now. A much, much brighter than before. Master has got big plans, for him, you and me. You'd love the future," he whispered, suddenly leaning forward and grabbing her by the arm.
She felt her heart pounding in her chest at the mention of Master. "Master?" she repeated. What was he talking about? Confusion and fear gripped her body that her eyes suddenly shook with fear. His grasp tightened around her wrist. A painful remake of what happened months ago. "What are you talking about?"
"A wonderful future. We just need your cooperation that's all. Master has big plans for all of us. Yes, yes," he said in a sort of sneer, face now only inches away from Usagi's fear stricken face. "The Dark Lord will rise again," he whispered, eyes glinting malevolently.
~
"Where did she go?" grumbled Harry, folding his arms across his chest and looking quite sour. Not only did he miss his girlfriend badly, he was actually looking forward for some bodily contact from her. Of course, he had no idea why he yearned for those. Nevertheless, he wanted her.
"Dunno mate," shrugged Ron, looking around briefly. "Probably went to the loo or something,"
Ginny gave a little squeak and eyed the left side of the hall with huge eyes.
"Something wrong Ginny?" inquired Shingo, concerned written on his face.
Harry looked too sour to look up and continued to stare ahead and watched the band perform.
Hermione seeing that the red headed girl was staring at something particular, too turned her attention to the left side of the hall. Her eyes widened at the sight.
"I think I've found her," mumbled Hermione.
"Whe-" Harry was not able to finish his sentence as the loud crashing of glass was heard from the left side of the room. He sprang to his feet as he saw who was the one who dropped the glass. His eyes grew wide in surprise and shock.
"She's over there, getting kissed by that guy," muttered Ron in disbelief.
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Her glass dropped instantly in shock as she stared at Mamoru in horror. 'The Dark Lord? He means Voldemort! But how could he? Why? He's betraying us!'
"Everything will turn out wonderfully fine, Usako," leered Mamoru, an unusually happy smile appeared on his face. It inched alarmingly closer.
A sudden feeling of fear and anger bubbled inside her. Not caring any more of the people around them, she began to struggle against him. She would not allow being dragged by Mamoru to Voldemort. Never.
"Let go!" She said, anger flashing in her fear stricken face. "You foul traitor! How dare you!" she hissed angrily. Pulling her face away in futile. "I said, Let go!" she said her voice rising.
Not really understanding what happened next, she heard a very loud growl of anger next to her before being roughly pushed backwards and hitting the decorative marble pillar behind her. A yell of pain came from unmistakably from Mamoru.
"How the hell did you get in here?!" Yelled Haruka, lunging for Mamoru yet again and dealing him another full blow on the face.
Everything came to an abrupt halt, a circle was formed around the three of them. Nearly everyone crowded around them, trying to see what the commotion was all about. Soft gasp were extracted from the crowd as Haruka dealt Mamoru a hard blow in the gut.
"You have some nerve, coming here!" growled Haruka, losing her temper completely.
"I see you haven't changed one bit," spat Mamoru, giving a sinister glare at the Uranian.
"Trait-"
"Enough!" snapped Michiru, brushing past Usagi and grabbing the ventilating Haruka by the shoulders. And with surprising strength, she pulled Haruka to her feet and restrained her from lashing out at the fallen man again.
"Usagi?" Usagi faintly heard Harry's alarmed voice from the crowd next to her. Staring in shook at Mamoru who by now was held by a stunning curse by two Wizard Guards, her head was swimming with the startling revelations he gave her.
"Throw him out," ordered Uncle Sam a deep scowl etched on his face. Both wizards nodded and turned around, ready to lead Mamoru out the Inn.
"Usagi you-"
"Hey! Hold on for a sec will you?" said Mamoru, making Usagi look up from the spot of the floor she had been staring at where Mamoru lay only seconds ago.
"Nice seeing you Usako," he commented, craning his neck to look over his shoulder and stare at her with his dancing blue eyes. Blood trickled down his chin and his whole face was bruised. It seemed he felt quite some pain in craning his neck.
"I'll be seeing quite soon of you again then, ne?" Mamoru added, eyes dancing maliciously. "Ja ne!" And then, with out a struggle he allowed himself to be pushed out the inn, chuckling to himself jubilantly.
"Okay everybody, the whole things over! Let's just continue with the party!" exclaimed Uncle Sam, dispersing the whispering crowd and allowing the music to slowly return.
"Usagi, are you alright?" he asked, approaching the shaking blonde.
Nodding numbly she managed out a fine. "Yeah," she muttered blankly.
"What happened?" asked Harry as her Uncle walked off to get the shaken girl a glass of water. "Did he do something?" he asked her, concern written all over his face.
Faintly listening on Haruka's rants about killing Mamoru and Michiru's chiding. And all her friends' questionings, she shook with fear. Not understanding why she was shaking so much, her hands tightened into fists. Though feeling a slight twinge of pain on her abused wrist, she felt something hard get crumpled in her fist.
Looking down at her hand, she extracted the parcel and found it to be a letter. Staring down at the front of the envelope. She eyed it with confusion.
Usagi Tsukino
Magic Room Inn
Grand Hall
514 Takihara, Juuban, Japan
The script was written in a long cursive handwriting. The red ink glittered softly in the light. 'How?'
"Usagi?" said Harry, as he watched his girlfriend stare at a letter.
With a strangled in take of breath, Usagi darted past a very enraged Haruka and zigzagged her way towards the main doors. Hurdling pat the Security, she thrust the doors open and ran into the cold night.
The street was deserted.
Letting out a deep sigh, Usagi stared around blankly at the empty street. 'Where is he?!' her mind screamed in frustration, staring up and down the street for any sign of Mamoru.
Realizing that he was no longer there, she closed her eyes and tried to calm her nerves. Reopening them again, she looked down at the front of the envelope with slight apprehension. She knew what Voldemort wanted, yet she wondered why he was sending her a letter.
The red ink glimmered slightly in the moon light, twinkling ever so softly up at her. Squinting her eyes a little, she brought the envelope up to her face, trying to get a closer view of it. Something about the ink intrigued her.
Pure horror crossed Usagi's face as she felt a warm pulse come from the envelope. A very familiar pulse that she knew by heart. The red ink seemed to glow softly in the moonlight as if reacting to it. The envelope slipped from her hands as she realized what the ink really was..................
.................her own blood.
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