AN: I'm glad you guys liked that last chapter. It's fine by me if you want to use the poem, just please give me some credit for it in the authors notes.
Desire's Deceit
The last thing I remembered was walking out of Minako's house. So when I realized I was on a couch in somewhere I cannot fathom ever being, it creeped me out.
It was a nice sofa though, smooth black leather and shiny edges.
Which brought up the question; whom did I know who could afford this? And why was I on a couch instead of a bed? I fought the urge to cuddle up, back into the couch's warmth.
Who wanted answers anyway? All they led to was trouble.
I closed my eyes and started to drift back off again, and the large oak door in front of me burst open. Well, it seemed liked someone liked their dramatic entrances. After hearing the echoing "BOOM," it made me wonder if I should open my eyes or not.
I hesitantly cracked one eye open, looking out to see who could be disturbing my precious beauty sleep. All traces of fatigue instantly vanished from my face as I reached into my back pocket for my trusty gun. Only, karma had caught up with me, apparently someone had taken my gun. Damn that bastard. I started to lean down to check for my hidden dagger but his melodic voice beat me to it.
"No need to check for your weapons. I have them all safely out of your reach at the moment. You have quite the collection of weaponry." I wonder if he knew about the ones in my hair, especially my dagger/pendant.
I didn't want to cause attention to myself, so I refrained from checking. "What do you want?" I said, trying to ignore the beating of my heart as it quickened. I didn't want to think about whether it was from fear or his oh so sexy self.
His lips curled into a manipulative smirk and not for the first time I wondered just how many ulterior motives he had in store for me. "What more could I want, then my love in my home?" he said, slowly walking towards me. I let out an unladylike snort at his statement. His love, yeah right; she was probably waiting for him down the hall in his chamber in those fluffy handcuffs, waiting to get her kicks from him. Lamia-whore.
I repeated my question, adding a few colorful words stressing my anger, "What in the nine fucking hells do you want you sick fucked-up bastard."
"I do believe both of my parents were bound when I was conceived. Never mind the terrible death my father fell to when I was delivered." I let loose my all-powerful flat look at him. Sighing deeply I looked up at him with weary eyes.
"I'm tired of these games Mamoru. Tell me what you want and I'll be on my way. I don't have time to sit around and play with you all day." He let an insinuating eyebrow lift and I knew, too late that he was going to use the second meaning of my words against me.
"There are so many fun games we could play though, my little bunny..." His words were coated in pure unadulterated seductiveness, and I felt myself drown in his deep ocean-blue eyes, swirling with mist and glowing with ancient knowledge and power... Wow there, glowing?
Shaking my head a bit, I blinked and noticed that it was my imagination, and noticed that his eyes weren't glowing, but they did hold enough of the sexy mysterious appeal to appear to be glowing to the languid and sleepy mind of myself. Why, oh, why did the bad boys always have to be so sexy? "Cut the crap, Mamoru. Tell me what you want."
Twin alabaster blades peaked out of his mouth as he smirked at me. "Why, I only wanted to ask you out to dinner with me."
Out of all the things ever to come out of his mouth, I never expected that. A blush had spread across my face before I could contain it. "I-I..." Was I stuttering? "What you are playing at?!" I let out an indignant huff and raised my arm to slap him. Once again, my weapon was rendered useless as he caught my wrist before I could jerk it towards his face.
He brought it gently to his lips, kissing it lightly. "Bunny, I am afraid we have playing games for to long. It is about time we stop." I looked up at him, searching his eyes for a hint of sincerity, something almost impossible to find in elder vampires. The emotions I was reading were flitting through his beautiful orbs too fast for me to focus in on one of them though, and so I decided to break several of my own rules and Luna's, and trust him.
"Okay, but only one dinner." If I was going to give in, it was going to be with a fight. I was falling for him, and I didn't want to be saved. The frightening reasoning coursed through my body sending a shiver down my spine.
"I'll take what I can get. You are very stubborn, Bunny." He sends me a smile. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach though, a feeling of foreboding. Call it a premonition of disaster if you will, and my spider senses were tingling.
With me, relationships were doomed. If they did not run away in fear, they ran away gay. Minako had tried to hook me up with at least twenty guys in the past six months, and all of them had ended in failure, or a startling 'revelation'. Needless to say, I was very weary of starting up yet another relationship, with the lord of all the un-living to boot.
Remembering a particular day in which my acquaintance ran away in the middle of dinner, I laughed out loud. Mamoru didn't stand a chance.
Yawning again, I decided I'd overstayed my welcome, and got up to head for the door. Before I could touch the knob, warm breath wafted onto my neck as he spoke from behind me--far too close behind me. "Isn't there something you're forgetting?"
A smack to his face? The cocky jerk. I didn't think my thoughts, in fear of what would happen if I was left in here any longer. "Umm, I don't know. Is there?"
A sharp clanging noise came from behind me and I saw him holding out at least three unsheathed daggers between his fingers in one hand, and a pair of guns (my Uzi and semi-automatic) dangling off the fingers of his other hand. I immediately reached for the Uzi to shoot him with. What, you thought I'd let this golden opportunity just pass me by?
"Nuh uh. You have to kiss me first." He said, teasing me with the weapons. So he didn't get the one in my hair. My mind worked on overtime to think of a plan to escape having to kiss him. Eyes gleaming, I decided my one reachable weapon would have to do. I began to run my hands through my hair...and got it!
It was an ingenious plan. As I ran my hand through my hair and tucked a lock behind my ear, I not only got the dagger/jewelry, but also covered it up under a move of agitation! I turned a bright red, acting innocent. Slowly I reached around his neck, bring him closer.
Just as our lips were about to touch a stabbed the opened dagger deep into his upper back. He didn't even give me a satisfying flinch.
"Tsk, tsk, Bunny. When did you learn how to fight dirty?" He grinned at me. Why didn't the knife work? Using my other hand I worked my way to where I had definitely stabbed him, and grabbed the blade, twisted it, and pulled downwards. This time he frowned at me. "Do you really want to harm me so? There are so many more entertaining ways to hurt me."
Speaking of which, I jerked my knee upward. "Like that?" I threw a grin at him. I knew I had forgotten something important. Using my other hand I grabbed my weapons from his now slackened grip, and wheeled around to march out the door. Victory at long last.
Only, the knob wouldn't turn. Oh damn powers that be. I've pissed off a vampire and can't get out of the room. Kicking and clawing at the door desperately, I wondered if maybe I could CUT the door handle off with one of my daggers and make a break for it. Just as I was pulling out one of my friendly little helpers, I was interrupted.
"Bunnies are known to scurry and flee when they are afraid, but I never knew it was so amusing." He grabbed my hand, "Was that absolutely necessary?" I looked around frantically, there had to be another way out. His eyes were burning, and I could practically HEAR him thinking up evil and sinister things to do to me.
"I wouldn't have done it, if someone would have just given me back my own property!" I let out an indignant huff. "You know you loved it anyways, you damn kinky bastard." Maybe I could jump out that large window over there...we couldn't be all that high up.
He pinned me against the door, "Your property is my property. You're in a mess bigger than you can imagine, I suggest you learn to back down."
I ran over my options in my head. Take my chances, run for the window, and cut my losses. Then hope we're not too high up...Suck up my pride, give him a smack on the kissers, and run like a coward and pretend it never happened afterwards. Or admit defeat, beg forgiveness, and hope he'll let me go without killing me or torturing me first. I decided my best shot was the window, and thus, began my marathon worthy dash towards it.
I rushed past him, sprinting. I was going to make it. Just a little more further, it was there, two feet away. I started to leap and then I was falling. The air tussled my hair, I had never felt so free! It took me around five seconds before I realized that something hard and solid had locked onto my waist. I looked at the ground, it seemed almost as if I was falling...sideways? One quick look down confirmed that indeed, I was in fact more 'flying' than falling. Another glance downward proved I was being carried on this impromptu 'flight'
I heard him muttering above me, "Stupid, spontaneous, crazy, what the hell were you thinking? Jumping out a window, what is it with people these days?" I giggled, enjoying the feel of his arms around me. Not that I would admit it to him though. The feeling of flying must have been affecting my thinking if I was acting so obviously happy around him. Looking at the ground, a good 30 feet under me now, I wonder if it was worth the risk. When have I not taken the risk though, I had to ask myself. With newfound energy, I elbowed the creature carrying me.
There was a grunt, and then a real 'falling' motion, and once again, I was jolted upwards and flopped over on a pair of arms. "Damn you..." I whispered. I doubt he heard me though; the wind was getting quite loud in my ears. He was skyrocketing upward, and I looked down. A good thirty yards from the ground. Poetic justice would be him dropping me, and then superman saving me. I shuddered at the primary colors. I'd choose a vampire over underwear boy any day. So, in any chance of him dropping me, I clung to him. Or, I was telling myself that was why I was holding him that hard.
A few more seconds after my lift off, I began to feel queasy and risked letting one arm go from clutching him to cover my mouth. I think he sensed that I wasn't going to hold my breakfast down much longer, because we abruptly sped up in our 'journey'. Right when I thought I was going to give Tokyo a new meaning to 'acid rain', we jolted to a stop on a large building. He instantly let go of me and I quickly fell to my knees, hands on the pavement, retching. Did I mention I have motion sickness?
After I had finished my appointment with the cement, I wiped my sleeve across by mouth. Leaning backwards, I fully intending to fall onto my back and rest for a while. I realized halfway through my 'lean' that someone was holding my hair away from my previously puke-covered face, and that I was going to end up leaning onto that someone instead of the dependable concrete. Unfortunately for me, as I ooomphed and tried to bring myself back up to a sitting position (without putting myself into the mess), I only managed to further throw off my balance and fall completely backward onto Mamoru. Peachy.
His arms tightened around me and I heard him whisper, "If I had know it was this easy to get you in my arms, I would have flown you off somewhere sooner."
"Idiot!" I shouted, elbowing him in the gut, being careful so he fell backwards but I didn't fall forwards. "Take me home!"
Before I could comprehend what was happening I landed on something soft and pliant. Everything seemed so dark...
Rubbing my eyes I pushed myself up and looked around. It seemed I was in...my bedroom? But how did I get here...I was just on the top of one of Tokyo's skyscrapers in the middle of the day!
Looking around I spotted a note lying in my lap, neat script drawn across it. Picking it up, I read it to myself quietly.
"Dearest Bunny," I hmphed at the stupidity of the nickname. Just because my parents were drugged off medication from labor when I was born and named, didn't mean he had to make fun of my name. "I thought you could use some rest, so I took the liberty of bringing you home." I puffed out my chest in indignation. I didn't need rest, he had put me to sleep so I wouldn't fight him! That damn bastard... "I'll come by to pick you up tomorrow night for our date." Like hell he would. Like hell I would LET him. Flipping the note over I looked for the rest of it, and found nothing but blank paper. Too arrogant to even leave what time he was coming, where he was taking me, what to wear, even his own name!
I crumpled up the small slip over paper and aimed it towards my nearest trash bin, and...missed. Sighing I got up to put it back into the trash. I hated being a short, and a lousy aim. It didn't come in very handy in my younger school years either.
My stomach started growling as I headed out the door, alerting me to my need to eat. Stretching, I headed toward the kitchen to get something to appease my hungry tummy. I rummaged around in the drawers and shelves, searching for the perfect thing to eat...
Tuna, tuna tuna...peas...tuna...cereal...tuna...(damn why did I have so much food for Luna, she was going to get fat with all the tuna!) macaroni, noodles, crackers, soup mix, fruit bowl, and a bag of peanuts. I sighed and went to find something in the fridge. Milk, soda, orange juice, cheese, and butter. I grabbed a soda and the cheese, snatching the crackers out of the pantry as I went. Looks like crackers and cheese for me.
After I finished eating I headed out to go for a walk, but before I could out the door, the phone rang. Rushing over to it, and tripping on the couch on my way, I managed to press the talk butten before the fifth ring.
"Hello?" I gushed breathlessly, hoping that I didn't sound too much like an airhead over the phone line. The voice that answered me was a surprise, and yet not as startling as it could have been. Haruka could have called as a prank again...I shuddered, Haruka was very convincing when she pulled prank phone calls.
"Usagi! Come quick, it's Ami!" Minako rushed over the line, half-hysterical.
"What is it?" I asked, genuinely concerned about Ami. She was like a little sister to me...
"She's had another flashback, and she's fallen into another depression! Come over to her place, immediately! I don't know what to do!" Minako was sobbing as she spoke, her rapid breath scaring me.
"I'll be right there. Make her write down whatever it was she remembered incase she forgets it, and then make her go to bed. Drug her if you have to, but make sure she doesn't go near anything that she could harm herself with like last time..."
"Ok. I got'ta go now." I heard a click as she clicked off her phone, and I rushed out the door, grabbing my keys on the way.
My blue-haired friend had amnesia for the past few years. She knew some of what happened in her childhood and most of her teenage years, but there were large gaps in her memory, and every time she had a flashback to one of those gaps, she always ended up suicidal or manically-depressed. So far Ami had confided to me that she thought it was just an especially hard break up that had caused her the trauma, but I highly doubted that.
No amount of stress could cause Ami to gain amnesia, she was smart and she enjoyed working; even under stress. The doctors had said that Ami had been in a car crash when they found her, with her tiny Toyota being nearly totaled and Ami came out with several broken bones, and amnesia. The last time Ami had had a flashback she had ended up in the hospital again, having attempted suicide with a pair of scissors. I never wanted to see her like that ever again.
Ami...hold on...
AN: Its not nearly as long as the last few chapters...but oh well. . The first part was written with the help of a good friend of mine, Lillsakura (again). I can't seem to drag myself away from other things to write...and so either we 'co' write the first few pages, or she sits there saying "WRITE!" while I complain that she's too harsh on me. I'd like to say a big, thank you to sarah for putting up with me.
Desire's Deceit
The last thing I remembered was walking out of Minako's house. So when I realized I was on a couch in somewhere I cannot fathom ever being, it creeped me out.
It was a nice sofa though, smooth black leather and shiny edges.
Which brought up the question; whom did I know who could afford this? And why was I on a couch instead of a bed? I fought the urge to cuddle up, back into the couch's warmth.
Who wanted answers anyway? All they led to was trouble.
I closed my eyes and started to drift back off again, and the large oak door in front of me burst open. Well, it seemed liked someone liked their dramatic entrances. After hearing the echoing "BOOM," it made me wonder if I should open my eyes or not.
I hesitantly cracked one eye open, looking out to see who could be disturbing my precious beauty sleep. All traces of fatigue instantly vanished from my face as I reached into my back pocket for my trusty gun. Only, karma had caught up with me, apparently someone had taken my gun. Damn that bastard. I started to lean down to check for my hidden dagger but his melodic voice beat me to it.
"No need to check for your weapons. I have them all safely out of your reach at the moment. You have quite the collection of weaponry." I wonder if he knew about the ones in my hair, especially my dagger/pendant.
I didn't want to cause attention to myself, so I refrained from checking. "What do you want?" I said, trying to ignore the beating of my heart as it quickened. I didn't want to think about whether it was from fear or his oh so sexy self.
His lips curled into a manipulative smirk and not for the first time I wondered just how many ulterior motives he had in store for me. "What more could I want, then my love in my home?" he said, slowly walking towards me. I let out an unladylike snort at his statement. His love, yeah right; she was probably waiting for him down the hall in his chamber in those fluffy handcuffs, waiting to get her kicks from him. Lamia-whore.
I repeated my question, adding a few colorful words stressing my anger, "What in the nine fucking hells do you want you sick fucked-up bastard."
"I do believe both of my parents were bound when I was conceived. Never mind the terrible death my father fell to when I was delivered." I let loose my all-powerful flat look at him. Sighing deeply I looked up at him with weary eyes.
"I'm tired of these games Mamoru. Tell me what you want and I'll be on my way. I don't have time to sit around and play with you all day." He let an insinuating eyebrow lift and I knew, too late that he was going to use the second meaning of my words against me.
"There are so many fun games we could play though, my little bunny..." His words were coated in pure unadulterated seductiveness, and I felt myself drown in his deep ocean-blue eyes, swirling with mist and glowing with ancient knowledge and power... Wow there, glowing?
Shaking my head a bit, I blinked and noticed that it was my imagination, and noticed that his eyes weren't glowing, but they did hold enough of the sexy mysterious appeal to appear to be glowing to the languid and sleepy mind of myself. Why, oh, why did the bad boys always have to be so sexy? "Cut the crap, Mamoru. Tell me what you want."
Twin alabaster blades peaked out of his mouth as he smirked at me. "Why, I only wanted to ask you out to dinner with me."
Out of all the things ever to come out of his mouth, I never expected that. A blush had spread across my face before I could contain it. "I-I..." Was I stuttering? "What you are playing at?!" I let out an indignant huff and raised my arm to slap him. Once again, my weapon was rendered useless as he caught my wrist before I could jerk it towards his face.
He brought it gently to his lips, kissing it lightly. "Bunny, I am afraid we have playing games for to long. It is about time we stop." I looked up at him, searching his eyes for a hint of sincerity, something almost impossible to find in elder vampires. The emotions I was reading were flitting through his beautiful orbs too fast for me to focus in on one of them though, and so I decided to break several of my own rules and Luna's, and trust him.
"Okay, but only one dinner." If I was going to give in, it was going to be with a fight. I was falling for him, and I didn't want to be saved. The frightening reasoning coursed through my body sending a shiver down my spine.
"I'll take what I can get. You are very stubborn, Bunny." He sends me a smile. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach though, a feeling of foreboding. Call it a premonition of disaster if you will, and my spider senses were tingling.
With me, relationships were doomed. If they did not run away in fear, they ran away gay. Minako had tried to hook me up with at least twenty guys in the past six months, and all of them had ended in failure, or a startling 'revelation'. Needless to say, I was very weary of starting up yet another relationship, with the lord of all the un-living to boot.
Remembering a particular day in which my acquaintance ran away in the middle of dinner, I laughed out loud. Mamoru didn't stand a chance.
Yawning again, I decided I'd overstayed my welcome, and got up to head for the door. Before I could touch the knob, warm breath wafted onto my neck as he spoke from behind me--far too close behind me. "Isn't there something you're forgetting?"
A smack to his face? The cocky jerk. I didn't think my thoughts, in fear of what would happen if I was left in here any longer. "Umm, I don't know. Is there?"
A sharp clanging noise came from behind me and I saw him holding out at least three unsheathed daggers between his fingers in one hand, and a pair of guns (my Uzi and semi-automatic) dangling off the fingers of his other hand. I immediately reached for the Uzi to shoot him with. What, you thought I'd let this golden opportunity just pass me by?
"Nuh uh. You have to kiss me first." He said, teasing me with the weapons. So he didn't get the one in my hair. My mind worked on overtime to think of a plan to escape having to kiss him. Eyes gleaming, I decided my one reachable weapon would have to do. I began to run my hands through my hair...and got it!
It was an ingenious plan. As I ran my hand through my hair and tucked a lock behind my ear, I not only got the dagger/jewelry, but also covered it up under a move of agitation! I turned a bright red, acting innocent. Slowly I reached around his neck, bring him closer.
Just as our lips were about to touch a stabbed the opened dagger deep into his upper back. He didn't even give me a satisfying flinch.
"Tsk, tsk, Bunny. When did you learn how to fight dirty?" He grinned at me. Why didn't the knife work? Using my other hand I worked my way to where I had definitely stabbed him, and grabbed the blade, twisted it, and pulled downwards. This time he frowned at me. "Do you really want to harm me so? There are so many more entertaining ways to hurt me."
Speaking of which, I jerked my knee upward. "Like that?" I threw a grin at him. I knew I had forgotten something important. Using my other hand I grabbed my weapons from his now slackened grip, and wheeled around to march out the door. Victory at long last.
Only, the knob wouldn't turn. Oh damn powers that be. I've pissed off a vampire and can't get out of the room. Kicking and clawing at the door desperately, I wondered if maybe I could CUT the door handle off with one of my daggers and make a break for it. Just as I was pulling out one of my friendly little helpers, I was interrupted.
"Bunnies are known to scurry and flee when they are afraid, but I never knew it was so amusing." He grabbed my hand, "Was that absolutely necessary?" I looked around frantically, there had to be another way out. His eyes were burning, and I could practically HEAR him thinking up evil and sinister things to do to me.
"I wouldn't have done it, if someone would have just given me back my own property!" I let out an indignant huff. "You know you loved it anyways, you damn kinky bastard." Maybe I could jump out that large window over there...we couldn't be all that high up.
He pinned me against the door, "Your property is my property. You're in a mess bigger than you can imagine, I suggest you learn to back down."
I ran over my options in my head. Take my chances, run for the window, and cut my losses. Then hope we're not too high up...Suck up my pride, give him a smack on the kissers, and run like a coward and pretend it never happened afterwards. Or admit defeat, beg forgiveness, and hope he'll let me go without killing me or torturing me first. I decided my best shot was the window, and thus, began my marathon worthy dash towards it.
I rushed past him, sprinting. I was going to make it. Just a little more further, it was there, two feet away. I started to leap and then I was falling. The air tussled my hair, I had never felt so free! It took me around five seconds before I realized that something hard and solid had locked onto my waist. I looked at the ground, it seemed almost as if I was falling...sideways? One quick look down confirmed that indeed, I was in fact more 'flying' than falling. Another glance downward proved I was being carried on this impromptu 'flight'
I heard him muttering above me, "Stupid, spontaneous, crazy, what the hell were you thinking? Jumping out a window, what is it with people these days?" I giggled, enjoying the feel of his arms around me. Not that I would admit it to him though. The feeling of flying must have been affecting my thinking if I was acting so obviously happy around him. Looking at the ground, a good 30 feet under me now, I wonder if it was worth the risk. When have I not taken the risk though, I had to ask myself. With newfound energy, I elbowed the creature carrying me.
There was a grunt, and then a real 'falling' motion, and once again, I was jolted upwards and flopped over on a pair of arms. "Damn you..." I whispered. I doubt he heard me though; the wind was getting quite loud in my ears. He was skyrocketing upward, and I looked down. A good thirty yards from the ground. Poetic justice would be him dropping me, and then superman saving me. I shuddered at the primary colors. I'd choose a vampire over underwear boy any day. So, in any chance of him dropping me, I clung to him. Or, I was telling myself that was why I was holding him that hard.
A few more seconds after my lift off, I began to feel queasy and risked letting one arm go from clutching him to cover my mouth. I think he sensed that I wasn't going to hold my breakfast down much longer, because we abruptly sped up in our 'journey'. Right when I thought I was going to give Tokyo a new meaning to 'acid rain', we jolted to a stop on a large building. He instantly let go of me and I quickly fell to my knees, hands on the pavement, retching. Did I mention I have motion sickness?
After I had finished my appointment with the cement, I wiped my sleeve across by mouth. Leaning backwards, I fully intending to fall onto my back and rest for a while. I realized halfway through my 'lean' that someone was holding my hair away from my previously puke-covered face, and that I was going to end up leaning onto that someone instead of the dependable concrete. Unfortunately for me, as I ooomphed and tried to bring myself back up to a sitting position (without putting myself into the mess), I only managed to further throw off my balance and fall completely backward onto Mamoru. Peachy.
His arms tightened around me and I heard him whisper, "If I had know it was this easy to get you in my arms, I would have flown you off somewhere sooner."
"Idiot!" I shouted, elbowing him in the gut, being careful so he fell backwards but I didn't fall forwards. "Take me home!"
Before I could comprehend what was happening I landed on something soft and pliant. Everything seemed so dark...
Rubbing my eyes I pushed myself up and looked around. It seemed I was in...my bedroom? But how did I get here...I was just on the top of one of Tokyo's skyscrapers in the middle of the day!
Looking around I spotted a note lying in my lap, neat script drawn across it. Picking it up, I read it to myself quietly.
"Dearest Bunny," I hmphed at the stupidity of the nickname. Just because my parents were drugged off medication from labor when I was born and named, didn't mean he had to make fun of my name. "I thought you could use some rest, so I took the liberty of bringing you home." I puffed out my chest in indignation. I didn't need rest, he had put me to sleep so I wouldn't fight him! That damn bastard... "I'll come by to pick you up tomorrow night for our date." Like hell he would. Like hell I would LET him. Flipping the note over I looked for the rest of it, and found nothing but blank paper. Too arrogant to even leave what time he was coming, where he was taking me, what to wear, even his own name!
I crumpled up the small slip over paper and aimed it towards my nearest trash bin, and...missed. Sighing I got up to put it back into the trash. I hated being a short, and a lousy aim. It didn't come in very handy in my younger school years either.
My stomach started growling as I headed out the door, alerting me to my need to eat. Stretching, I headed toward the kitchen to get something to appease my hungry tummy. I rummaged around in the drawers and shelves, searching for the perfect thing to eat...
Tuna, tuna tuna...peas...tuna...cereal...tuna...(damn why did I have so much food for Luna, she was going to get fat with all the tuna!) macaroni, noodles, crackers, soup mix, fruit bowl, and a bag of peanuts. I sighed and went to find something in the fridge. Milk, soda, orange juice, cheese, and butter. I grabbed a soda and the cheese, snatching the crackers out of the pantry as I went. Looks like crackers and cheese for me.
After I finished eating I headed out to go for a walk, but before I could out the door, the phone rang. Rushing over to it, and tripping on the couch on my way, I managed to press the talk butten before the fifth ring.
"Hello?" I gushed breathlessly, hoping that I didn't sound too much like an airhead over the phone line. The voice that answered me was a surprise, and yet not as startling as it could have been. Haruka could have called as a prank again...I shuddered, Haruka was very convincing when she pulled prank phone calls.
"Usagi! Come quick, it's Ami!" Minako rushed over the line, half-hysterical.
"What is it?" I asked, genuinely concerned about Ami. She was like a little sister to me...
"She's had another flashback, and she's fallen into another depression! Come over to her place, immediately! I don't know what to do!" Minako was sobbing as she spoke, her rapid breath scaring me.
"I'll be right there. Make her write down whatever it was she remembered incase she forgets it, and then make her go to bed. Drug her if you have to, but make sure she doesn't go near anything that she could harm herself with like last time..."
"Ok. I got'ta go now." I heard a click as she clicked off her phone, and I rushed out the door, grabbing my keys on the way.
My blue-haired friend had amnesia for the past few years. She knew some of what happened in her childhood and most of her teenage years, but there were large gaps in her memory, and every time she had a flashback to one of those gaps, she always ended up suicidal or manically-depressed. So far Ami had confided to me that she thought it was just an especially hard break up that had caused her the trauma, but I highly doubted that.
No amount of stress could cause Ami to gain amnesia, she was smart and she enjoyed working; even under stress. The doctors had said that Ami had been in a car crash when they found her, with her tiny Toyota being nearly totaled and Ami came out with several broken bones, and amnesia. The last time Ami had had a flashback she had ended up in the hospital again, having attempted suicide with a pair of scissors. I never wanted to see her like that ever again.
Ami...hold on...
AN: Its not nearly as long as the last few chapters...but oh well. . The first part was written with the help of a good friend of mine, Lillsakura (again). I can't seem to drag myself away from other things to write...and so either we 'co' write the first few pages, or she sits there saying "WRITE!" while I complain that she's too harsh on me. I'd like to say a big, thank you to sarah for putting up with me.