AN: I'm surprised at how soon I updated this story. I haven't been this diligent with updating since I first started. This is Part 2, also the last part I'm so proud of myself for finishing so fast. I probably will have to change the rating later ;;
Thanks to all who reviewed! I'm so surprised that so there are actually others who saw that Korean music video by Kool (I think that's what the name of the group was) I was crying at the end, and the sound was so sad too. I think I had that video in my mind unconsciously when I wrote this fic, but the creepy parts came from Yami no Matsuei: Devil's Thrill arc.
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Part IIShe could see the specks of red that covered her hand even though she had scrubbed her hands till they were raw. Sitting there amidst the chattering senshi, she was deaf to all of their laughter.
"Earth to Usagi-chan," Rei said impatiently. "You've been spacing out since you got here. What do you have on your hand that's so interesting that you're ignoring us?"
The blond looked up and gave her dark hair girl an unreadable look through her strange nervous eyes. "Sorry Rei-chan, I'm just going to use the bathroom very fast." She got up and the senshi watched as their princess held out her hands in front of her as if they were dirty and would soil everything they touched.
Once the screen closed between her and the senshi, she ran towards the bathroom. Turning the hot water fountain to the maximum. She bit her lips as she held her hands under the boiling hot water and forced them to stay under the water. Taking the soap and a sponge. She began to rub the rough surface all of her tender skin. The soft tissue that was already blistering and red from the hot water and previous scrubbing torn under the pressure and blood started to leak from the small scraps.
The sight of red only made her cry out more. No matter how much or how hard she washed, she couldn't get rid or the sight and smell of that horrible fluid. A sudden knock on the door stopped her from removing the entire epidermis layer from her hands.
"Usagi-chan? Are you okay in there? We can see the steam from under the door," Ami's worried voice asked through the locked door.
She quickly turned off the hot water and turned on the cold water, the sudden change in temperature was a torture but her worn out nerve endings were too fatigued under the continuous abuse to transport the pain sensation for long, and Usagi sighed when the pain slowly turned into a numbness. She turned off the water and grabbed one of the white hand towels on the wall. She winced when some of the blood on her hands got onto the pure white cloth. Rei would kill her, but there was no way she wanted the rest to find out. It was better to let Rei bite off her head than to have all the senshi worry. So on her way out, she dropped the hand towel inside the trash bin as she passed.
If she was surprised to see all four worried faces crowed in front of the bathroom, she didn't show it. "Are you guys all waiting to use the bathroom?" She joked lightly, the mask perfectly back in place. "I thought that there was more than one bathroom here Rei."
"Usagi! Stop joking around," Minako said harshly and moved to drag the other blond out of the doorway. "You've been acting strangely ever since you came back. Why do you always stare at your hands? And why are you always running towards the bathroom at every opportunity that you get?" The senshi of love asked and lifted the hand that she was holding.
The room fell silent as they all stared at the hand, blistered and red, with drops of blood still dripping from the small hand. The four immediately closed around the pale girl. Usagi panicked, feeling all of them around her, how was she suppose to explain?
Without warning, she pushed her way out and ran out the shrine. Behind her, she could hear them calling her voice as they tried to catch up. She might be clumsy but when it came to running, she had more experience than any of them from dashing to school every morning.
"And now, back to local news. There was another killing last night, this time a family of five. The parents and three kids, their ages range from two to twelve. This brings the total number of homicide to thirty-six since last month. The homicide rate has jumped due to an unknown reason. The police reported that this is the worst killing spree that they've seen in the past five decades. The chief of the police force said in a conference last night that even though there is no pattern between the killings and the victims, they believe that it was the same person who committed all these crimes. They urge the citizens to take care, avoid going out at night and report any information to them as soon as possible. Now moving on to weather..."
Usagi panted against the tall department glass that showed a wall of TVs, stacked one on top of another. The same accusing eyes stared down at her, and she felt the weight dragging her down. She pressed her head against the glass to cool down her suddenly hot skin. Thirty-six people dead already... Ever since she came home to stay last month, she had been plagued by the same nightmare night after night, and when she woke up, she would be covered in blood. The strange thing was, she could never remember anything from the dreams, except for blurry images. Every time when she tried to force herself to remember, a splitting headache would stop her from doing anything else but to find ways to stop herself from screaming out loud.
Was... was it possible that she killed them during her sleep? Was it too outrageous to think that perhaps her cornea was taking over her mind? What if her donor was a serial murder, and now that he was dead, his dead spirit was taking over her mind? Usagi wanted to laugh at how strange she was thinking. It sounded like something coming straight from a Stephen King novel. There was no such thing as revengeful ghosts and spirits right? But then again, if she could be Sailor Moon and fight youmas with a crystal, who was to say that there wasn't any other supernatural beings in the world.
One thing she remembered though was 'Weiss'. She unconsciously growled at the world. How she hated them. She would make them pay and God would cry with them dead. No... she didn't want them dead yet, it wouldn't be fun. Kittens liked to play, and she would play with them, slowly until they got too tired to play, and only then, would she move in for the kill.
She blinked tiredly and shook her head. Where did that thought come from? Looking back she lost the senshi, Usagi grinned humorlessly. It was time to go to the hospital again. She had been lying every time she went to see the doctor. He wouldn't believe her if she told him about the dreams. According to him, she was doing great, and her body was quickly adapting to the new cornea. If her body was adapting so well, then she couldn't possibly be in pain right? And every time those blood tears fell, they would be gone when she blinked. She wasn't sure if it was just an illusion or if it was real. If it was an illusion, then why were the tissue always wet with blood? If it was real then why weren't there any blood tears after she snapped out of her panicked state?
"You're a little quiet Usagi-chan," The doctor remarked quietly. "Did you have a fight with your boyfriend again?" It was so strange to have the office so silent with the blond girl here. Normally his office was filled with her warm voice and giggling when she came to see him.
She shook her head mutely, opened her mouth but closed it again quickly as if she couldn't make up her mind whether to speak or not. She bit her lips, would he tell her if she asked? Only one way to find out... "Doctor, is there any way to know who donated my cornea?"
A shadow passed over the aged face before it disappeared so fast that Usagi almost doubted that she saw it. "What makes you suddenly interested in that Usagi-san? Are you having pains lately?"
"No!" She answered a little too fast. "I just want to know, you know, because I can't stop thinking about the person who is kind enough to give me back something so precious. I just want to thank them."
"I think it's enough that you're thinking of thanking them, I'm sure that person will be very happy. But I'm sorry that I can't tell you of his identity. It's a patient protection system that we have to respect," he answered without looking at her.
He was hiding something. Her eyes narrowed, she could almost smell his fear. A smirk appeared on her face. How she loved the feeling of knowing she had so much power over another person. God would definitely hurt if she killed someone who would save others. She would make God cry tears of blood, like she did.
"Thank you doctor," her honey sweet voice said regardless of the fact that he didn't give her any useful information. Standing up, she let her hand slid against the desk, fingers caressing the mess of stationeries scattered on the desk. Hidden by her long sleeves, her fingers gripped the cool silver handle of a letter opener.
"You're welcome Usagi-chan. Is anyone walking you home? No? Then be careful walking home by yourself. There have been many cases of murders recently," the doctor said worriedly and walked up to Usagi. "Don't be out too late."
"Oh I won't doctor. You should take care too. Wouldn't want you to die either, after all who would take care of all those other sick people if you're no longer here, right?" The sweet velvety voice asked as a skinny claw like hand darted out and grasped the doctor's neck. Unknown strength flowed through her body, giving her the power to lift a man who was probably twice her weight off the ground. "You knew that this would happen didn't you?" She smirked into the face that was quickly turning blue.
"Don't worry doctor, I'll spare you from the pain. You did take such good care of me while I was here," she mocked, her voice returning to the innocent tone that he was used to. "Were you afraid when you saw what I did to all those other people? You knew that this day would come didn't you. You knew that I would take over this girl's body sooner or later. You made God cry. He's crying tears of blood right now. Can you see it doctor? His tears are going to stain this world red. We're all going to drown in his blood." An insane smile appeared on her twisted face. The tip of the letter opener teased the slightly trembling stomach. "This isn't that sharp, poor doctor, looks like you'll have to suffer after all." With all her strength, she pushed the metal through his clothes, and with a satisfying popping sound,, she heard it rip into the skin and muscles of the abdomen.
Only the hilt was left on the outside, which she caressed lovingly with one hand, stained with blood again. She toyed with the cool metal, her hand gliding over it smoothly because of the blood. Grabbing the hilt, she swirled the metal and watched in amusement as the face above her twist in pain, it was probably cutting up all his intestines and mesenteries, releasing hydrochloric acid that ate away at the flesh and creating massive internal bleeding that couldn't flow out because of the dagger which still blocked the cut; but the hold she had on his neck prevented him from uttering a single sound.
"What's wrong doctor? Aren't you having fun right now?" She pulled out the letter opener and watched the blood spurt out from the huge hole it created, followed by some white globs that were either fat or his small intestines.
"Look doctor, your organs are trying to get out, but the hole is too small. I think I'll help them," she shoved the letter opener back into to another part and gave it a big shove so that it slit the bulging stomach from the left side to the right. Cutting it open like one would a watermelon, letting it rip open from the pressure that built inside. "Poor doctor, is it hurting? You look like you're in pain. Don't worry I'll show you some mercy even though you didn't show me any. I'll end this for you soon. And you can go God and tell him that I'll use this Angel of his and I'm going to make him cry and bleed until he has no more tears and blood," With a simple snap of her thumb and index finger, her sharp finger nails punctured the sides of his neck and ripped out the jugular veins while she simultaneously snapped his cervical vertebrae.
The body struggled in her hands for less than a second before it because still. She dropped the corpse on the floor and kicked it to the side in disgust. She didn't want to see him again. She took a fistful of tissue and a bottle of alcohol and wiped away the blood from her face and hands. She would have to find some clothes and a place to wash away the blood in her hair. But in the mean time, there was something more important she had to take care of.
With clean hands now, she approached the desk. There were so many folders, she frowned, and started to look through each one. There must be some information on her. The blond sat down on leather chair and tossed down each file she went through, until the floor was covered with paper, but still no signs of her file. With a frustrated cry, she pushed the heavy desk over, over the dead doctor.
Staring the corpse in annoyance, her eyes widened. Getting on her knees, she winced as the fabric soaked up more of his blood. She was stinking of that coppery smell now. But regardless, she crawled towards him, rolling him over until she could see the pockets of the lab coat. Swallowing her disgust, she reached into the once white pocket and pulled out a small disk.
Nothing was written on the cover, but something told Usagi that it was what she was searching for. With a triumphant look, she flipped the table back and found the laptop admits the piles of paper. The monitor was slightly cracked, but otherwise the machine turned on without much damage. Slipping the disk in, she frowned as a password screen popped up. Something was definitely fishy, what could a doctor have that must be so heavily protected?
If this disk had something to do with her... then maybe the password would be something related to her. She tried putting in her own name. Nothing happened. Well she didn't expect it to be that easy. She settled back comfortably and prepared for a long session with the computer.
After half an hour of nothing but pure frustration, she was ready to fling the laptop against the wall. Only sheer will stopped her from sending the laptop to meet its owner. She tried everything from her name to her least favorite food, but nothing seemed right. She closed her eyes and toyed with the letter opener that was crusted with the blood. Suddenly with a strangled cry she flung the silver opener without opening her eyes. The sharp tip hit portrait opposite of her, right between the eyes of the deceased doctor.
She stared at the point where the dagger was wavering from side to side. An idea hit her, what if... she quickly turned around and typed something into the laptop. A smile transformed her face as the several folders popped up on the screen. What the hell was Kritiker? That name practically appeared on all the files. She opened a few random files and closed them; it was then that a photo caught her attention.
Double clicking on the small icon, a picture of a young man stared at her. For someone so young he certain had a very unusual shade of hair color. It was platinum and it didn't even look like it was dyed. One of the young man's eyes was covered while the other stared at her with unnerving yellow gem. Somehow she knew that he was related to her cornea transplant somehow. Her heart began to beat faster. She scrolled down and swallowed her gasp as she saw all the scars that covered his body, there were a few on his face, but... the ones on his body. Some were old with stretched shinny white skin, but most of them were new and red.
"Far...Far... Farfar..." Usagi sighed, giving up on pronouncing his strange sounding name. Obviously he wasn't Japanese. Or maybe he was but just adopted a nickname or something like that.
She was just about to close the little window when her eyes caught the tiny words at the bottom of the page. "398213 basement morgue."
So he was inside the hospital and already dead. She bit her tongue and tried ignore the urge to vomit. She was using the cornea from a dead person. Despite the fact that she had just killed the doctor, somehow it was much more personal to have something dead in her eyes. She must see him with her own eyes. What kind of person was he? Suddenly her sensitive ears picked up the sound of footsteps in the empty hallway. Strange that there would be people at this time of the day. She always went for her appointments when most of the hospital staff went home.
Quickly pulling the little disk out of the laptop, she slipped it securely into her pocket and opened a window. Thank god that the office was only on the second floor. She landed on the soft grass without a sound and slipped back into the building through an obscure door that lead to the basement.
"Looks like we're one step too late again," Yohji whistled as the four made their way into the destroyed office. "Hard to believe that one little girl could do so much damage." Must be a tomcat in bed too, the blond playboy silently added in his head. He wouldn't mind having her in his bed, with her nails clipped of course.
"You know, she reminds me more and more of Farfarello by the second," Omi said as he shivered. Apparently he just found the victim who wasn't that hard to find considering he was left in the middle of the destroyed office, the body looked like it exploded from the inside out, his own family was probably unable identify him anymore.
"God one was enough," Ken groaned, since he was always the one who fought the Irish madman during missions. He was already lucky to be alive right now.
"Aya? What are you doing?"
The red head got up and wipped his hands and put his leather gloves back on. "The body is still warm. She must be close to here. If we split up maybe we can still catch her."
"Good thinking, but any idea where she went genius?" Yohji rolled his eyes.
"The window is open, so likely she jumped out either when she heard us walking up or someone else disturbed her," Aya observed quietly and walked to the window and looked down. True to his observations, the brush below them seemed to have been crushed.
"I think she was using the computer too," Omi put in. "It's still on and there's a warning window on it. She was probably using the computer before she fled. She didn't even close everything properly and clean up her trail."
"What did you expect chibi?" Yohji puffed on a cigarette. "That someone like Farefarello is a computer genius like you?"
"Whatever, let's just split up and look around the hospital, and if we can't find her here, might as well go to her house. She must go home sooner or later if she wants to still keep up her act as an innocent high school girl."
She shivered and cursed for not brining a jacket. Who knew that the morgue could be so cold, but then again, it must be, wouldn't want the bodies to rot right? She shivered again, but this time not from the cold. Being in a room full of corpses, it felt like there were millions of malicious eyes watching her every move. But that was ridiculous right? All the bodies were safely put away into metal drawers, and plus they were already dead. Right?
She silently cursed Rei for all the ghost stores the dark haired miko told when they had sleepovers, because now suddenly all the scariest parts of the stories were assaulting her mind. She barely stopped herself from screaming when something cold bumped into her leg. Looking down, she calmed her raging heartbeat when she saw that it was just the tip of a metal rod that was jutting out from the leg of a table.
Grabbing the corner of the table, she silent counted to ten. Okay, now was not the time to freak out, she had a task to do at hand. Swallowing the bile that rose to her throat she looked with a sense of doom at the smooth metal doors with neat little numbers at the upper right corner. 398208, she counted. 398209, 398210, 398211, 398212,... 398213.
Her hand shook as it reached out for the handle. Before her fingers barely touched the cool metal, it snapped back as if it was burned. Something was calling out to her. She cried out softly as her eyes burned. It wasn't burning like the fire that she experienced before, it was more like it was swelling, trying to fall off of eyes, until she wanted to push them back on the cornea.
Covering her eyes with one arm, she yanked the handle roughly. The drawer slid out smoothly on well-oiled rollers. The body jerked as the rollers reached their maximum length and snapped back into the drawer slightly from the pressure.
The arm that was covering her eyes moved down to cover her nose and mouth. God the smell was horrible; it was a mixture of rotting flesh and chemicals used in an useless battle against the natural decaying process that all matters went through. The urge to vomit was overwhelming but she ignored that feeling and bravely looked down.
It was the young man she saw in the photo from the disk. The same scars, the same hair. The only difference was the eyes. She didn't need to peel back the eyelids to know that they were empty. The lifeless folds of skins sunk into the empty sockets. She touched the eyelids carefully, and then touched her own eyes.
Suddenly she jerked back, her feet got tangled in a coil of cables that she didn't see and she fell onto the cold sanitized floor with a loud cry. She did not just see that. How could empty sockets look back at her with glowing yellow eyes? But she was so sure that the empty sockets were filled with life and turned towards her. The lifeless lips lifted in a cruel smile, as if mocking her, telling her that it knew all of her secrets, knew that she committed all those murders... Knew because he was the one who controlled her mind.
She kicked off the cables wildly, not caring that she lost one of her shoes in the tangle. She ran out of the basement, the doors banging shut and carts crashing against walls as she pushed them out of her way.
Four heads turned in unison at the noise from below them. It was so loud that they could here it from the floor above. With a quick nod between them, the four assassins jetted down the stairs. It was their target; they were sure, their hunter instinct confirmed.
They ran towards the stairs. Before Aya's hand touched the handle, the door was flung open from the other side. The four assassins halted in surprise when a small figure with blood stained blonde hair bolted through, pushing them away with a sweep of her arm.
The four stunned young men stared at the figure before their brain scrambled together. It was Aya who chased after the girl first. The scent of blood still fresh in the air. The other three quickly on his trail.
Not even five minutes later found Weiss panting on the streets. God knew where the girl learned to sprint like that. Not even Aya could catch up with her, and his legs were a lot longer than hers. Not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of the day, they left the chase. They would be plenty of time to catch her... now that they knew it was her who was behind everything.
Usagi jumped out from the tree branch she was hiding from. It was true that she could out run probably three quarters of the population in Tokyo, but like the Weiss assassins, she would stand out too much running down a busy downtown street covered in blood from head to toe. Good thing that after dashing to school so many times, she discovered quite a number of short cuts through parks and smaller streets.
Taking off her jacket that absorbed the most of blood, she tossed it into a near by trashcan. Her hair was another matter. Looking around, she spied a little fountain. Usagi winced, she didn't want to dunk her hair into that dirty water, but at least it was more explainable than to go home covered in blood. No one would doubt her if she said she tripped and fell into a pond. She was too well known for her clumsiness.
Holding her nose tightly, she dunked her head quickly before she changed her mind, wagging it in water to make sure that it washed away all the dark crusty blood. Finally satisfied, she swung her head up, creating an arch of the brown smelly water.
Mission accomplished, she head home, never noticing that she was being watched the entire time by three pairs of unusually curious eyes.
"What do you think?" A quiet smug voice asked his two companions.
"I say that she should give me a big kiss on the lips for helping her escape," the telepath said as they jumped down from the roof of the hospital where they watched the whole spectacle. "I didn't know that those Weiss kitties caught on so fast. If I didn't make them give up the chase, she would be bleeding under Abyssinian's sword by now."
"You can do whatever you want when we finally get her," Nagi said with disgust. Even though he wanted his old group back, he couldn't help but feel sickened that such a young innocent girl could kill without any remorse. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of girl she was before she became like this. He couldn't help but feel guilty even though his face was the same cool mask, and he took care not to let Schuldig find out about it either through his telepathic abilities. "I'm sure she won't mind, and even if she does, you'll be able to persuade her easily enough with your talents."
The German threw his head back and laughed. "This is the first time you've complimented me Chibi. Don't worry I'll get your teammate back, and when I do, we're going to have even more fun than when the real Farefarello was with us."
Usagi sighed in relief as she saw her house. Good thing that no one was home right now. Her dad was away to report a conference, Shingo was at school, and her mom wouldn't return from shopping for another hour or two. They had already talked about it, and she was to rest at home until they were completely confident about her new cornea. So imagine her surprise when she saw the four inners waiting for her at the front of her house.
"What are you guys doing here?" She asked with her best innocent smile.
"What are we doing here?!" Rei practically screamed out in frustration, looking ready to either tear out her own hair or wring the blonde's neck. "You ran out on us with your hand bleeding and you're asking us why we're here?! What's wrong with you Usagi? You're so different from before Usagi. What happened to you? Do you think that we didn't notice the difference? We know that it's going to take sometime to get use to a normal life again, but we're welling to wait and help you. You might not be ready to tell us about what happened, but we're going to be here whenever you need us. So get it into your head Odango-atama, we're worried about you and no matter what you do or say, you won't be able to get ride of us."
The other girls all nodded and looked back at their leader with determination in their eyes.
Usagi smiled sadly to herself. Why couldn't they just understand? Even she didn't know what was happening to herself. Of course she now has a better idea that she say the reports and her donor, but... the nightmares, the blood, and the fact that she just killed her own doctor in broad daylight when she was in full control of herself... and she had felt good about it. She was morphing into a monster and there was nothing she could do to stop it. It was like something or someone was taking over her mind. She didn't want to get them involved... she didn't want to wake up one morning and find their blood drying on her hands.
Suddenly images of their lifeless bodies assaulted her mind. Images of fragile limbs twisted like wires, their hair red from their own blood and their glassy eyes staring up at her in accusation... and herself, standing above them smiling and licking the weapon that spilt their blood.
Usagi cried out and fell in the middle of the street. Shaking her head wildly at an useless attempt to rid herself of the gruesome image. Her own body shivered in the summer head.
"Usagi!" All the inners cried out as one and rushed to help their princess.
"Leave me alone!"
With a forceful shove, all the senshi were sent sprawling on the ground. No one complained however, they were too shocked and afraid of what they saw.
The familiar clear blue eyes that they were so used to seeing was replaced by bloodshot eyes, the pupils were dilated to the point where they couldn't see the white. Two red trails of blood dripped down from the eyes, she was crying tears of blood. But even as she was wiping away the red tears, her mouth transformed into a smirk, and the trapped hurt look in the eyes transformed into a predatory stare at the four inners.
"Usagi?" Ami asked timidly, not knowing how to approach this side of their friend. Her physiognomy shook them with the kind of fear that they never felt before, even in the battle against the greatest foes as senshi.
"Don't you get it? She doesn't want to be bothered by people like you," Usagi said as she slowly got up, her hand brushing against a small shovel that was left there by her mother, who was gardening before she left. Slender fingers gripped the firm wooden handle and she smirked, what a comfortable weight it was and not too big for her hand either... not like that wooden ax she had to use that first night against the two drug dealers.
"What are you talking about? Who's she? Usagi wake up!" Rei cried out, but her voice came out more as a plea as the petit blond walked closer, forcing her friends further into the yard, away from any curious neighbors.
"Your friend Usagi, but of course I'm Usagi too. I'm the new her, she didn't want to let you guys find out about me, but you were too nosy for your own good. God will cry to night, he will cry for the four soldiers of love no more. He's going to scream in pain because his angel can no longer fly back to heaven. Tell him, tell him that she's mine forever, tell him that I've won the final round, tell him that I will make him cry every single second for the rest of eternity," the red cherry lips grinned as it finished, and a hand reached out with lightening fast and grabbed a slim ankle, dragging the screaming miko back to her, and the rusty shovel descended...
"We are still looking for the four teenage girls that went missing last week. They were last seen at a local shrine owned by one of the missing girl's family. It is still not sure whether or not the girls have died as no bodies have been found. It is highly doubtful that they were kidnapped either since there has been no news of ransom. If you have any information regarding Hino Rei, Mizuno Ami, Aino Minako, and Kino Makoto, please alert the police as soon as possible."
The TV was suddenly cut off and all the lights in the room went out, plunging everything into the darkness. Outside the sky flashed with the first signs of an oncoming storm. No one said anything; the sound of breathing was as loud as thunder.
"Well I'm off to bed," Usagi said cheerfully as she stood, waving goodnight to her stunned family.
"Usagi?" Ikuko stopped her daughter hesitantly, looking at her husband for support.
"Yes?"
"Shingo, go to bed, your father and I need to talk to your sister for a while."
The young boy opened his mouth to refuse, but one look at his parents' stern faces made him shut it without a sound and left hurriedly. When they looked like that, there was no way he wanted to get in the crossfire. There were better ways to find out about things. He quickly ran up the stairs and when he was sure that no one could hear him, he stumped at the top of his stairs and slammed the closet door that was next to him.
Shingo grinned mischievously as he heard the adults started talking, thinking that he was already in his room.
"Usagi," Ikuko started but looked troubled as if she didn't know how to continue or approach the subject. "It's been a week since your friends disappeared, do you know anything at all about their disappearance? Their family members have called quite a few times, and why do you refuse to speak to them?"
"Okaa-san, I don't know what happened to them," the young girl looked away and said lightly as if they were just discussing the weather. "I was at the shrine studying with them and I didn't feel well so I left early that day, after that I don't know what happened."
"But aren't you worried Usagi? They are your best friends. You haven't shown any kind of concern over their disappearance," her father said worriedly. "It's not like you Usagi-chan, you've changed since you came back from the hospital."
"I'm still adjusting to life outside of the hospital that's all," she said with a chilling smile. It was straining her to keep on such a light facade. She could feel the tingling in her eye now. It no longer hurt but became an itch that would keep bothering her if she didn't allow 'the other' to come out. "I am worried about them, but there's nothing I can do. I told the police everything I could about what happened."
"Usagi... you don't have to lie to us," Ikuko said with a troubled voice. "I found this in the garden when I was planting." She got up and went to the kitchen and brought out a large plastic bag that she hid under the kitchen sink and placed it in front of her daughter.
Usagi didn't need to open it to know what was inside. The smell was too familiar for her not to know. But instead of the fresh warm scent she was used to, the coppery smell was also mixed with the smell of earth and rotting flesh.
"I don't know what this is," the blond didn't bother to touch the bag. God please don't make her do this. Her hand twitched.
"I found them Usagi-chan, Rei, Makoto, Ami, Minako," her voice shook as she spoke, Ikuko looked at her daughter, willing her to look back. "Don't worry, they're still buried there, I just took some of their belongings because I need to know. Did you do this?" The question hung in the hair, as heavy as lead.
No answer came from the girl as the lightening momentary lit the dark room.
It was in that flash of blinding light that everything happened. The door was broken down just when a flash of metal slashed out from Usagi's hand and was met with the smooth blade of Aya's katana.
"Yohji, Omi protect the rest of the family," Aya gave the order coolly as he kept his sight on his opponent, a girl who was the same age as his imouto.
"Weiss..." The word was hissed out and the blue eyes flashed red. "I'm going to enjoy killing you kittens, you escaped me last time but not this time." Usagi growled out and pushed the red head and jumped back out of the range of his katana.
"Don't be so selfish Farfarello," a new voice said and the Weiss members looked back to see the grinning faces of Schwarz. "But I guess we shouldn't be calling you that now Tsukino Usagi-chan. Weiss it's nice to see you guys alive as always, and I see that you have already met our lovely new member."
"Farfarello? Why are you calling her by that name?" Omi asked as he looked at the blond girl who was in a glaring contest with Aya.
"Didn't you kittens know? Your dear Kritiker decided to salvage the body of Farfarello after the last battle and they wanted to created their own little version of our mad Irishman by planting his cornea into a test subject, who also happened to be this innocent little girl you see before you," Schuldig explained smirking, enjoying the shocked face of the Weiss chibi.
"That's not true! Manx wouldn't do something that horrible!"
"It's not our problem if you believe us or not, go find out for yourself if you're so curious kid." Crawford said as he cocked his gun at Shingo who was standing at the top of the stairs staring at the whole scene with shocked eyes. "Now Berserk come with us and Abyssinian leave her alone before I kill the kid right in front of the parents."
Usagi looked between her parents and the three foreigners who seemed to be on her side. The youngest boy who was silent up to now walked up quietly and held out his hand. She stared at the hand and back to her parents who had tears in their eyes, and took the hand without hesitation.
"We'll see you later Weiss."
The End
AN: ;; I know it kind of ends abruptly, but the challenge was just to write a story about why Weiss was hunting Usagi which I've already done, so mission accomplished, there's no need to go further =P I'm a very lazy person as you can see ;; There'll be no sequels either so please don't ask, but if anyone is interested in writing a sequel to this please contact me.