Hey! As you've probably realized from the title this is Part A. That means that it's going to be a little shorter than the rest of my chapters. Please read the end note at the end of chapter! It's important. Also this chapter is more sexual in nature, so please don't be offended. Actually most of the sex scenes are the contrast the emotional attachment between relationships. You'll understand at the end of the chapter! Thanks for all the reviews, even though I was a tad upset with the amount I received for the last chapter. Hope you enjoy!
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SAILORMOON BUT THE PLOTLINE AND ALL ORGINIAL CHARACTERS CAME FROM MY OWN HEAD.
WARNING
RATED R FOR GRAPHIC SEXUAL SCENES, LANGUAGE, AND DRUG USE.
Trust Between the Covers
His heart jumped to his throat and he contemplated running right back down the stairs.
"Please be Rei," he pleaded silently to himself.
His mind tried to convince him that of course it was Rei, lonely and desperate. However, his heart knew better. His heart knew that only one girl had hair so desperately black, and a figure that slender.
"Well, what better way to make peace than right to her face..." he sighed.
Mina flipped back her golden hair and snuggled next to Kunzite, making tiny circles on his hard chest with her nails.
"I don't really understand why she would come all the way here, especially just because of some old fling," Mina sighed, once again igniting the former conversation, which was dropped when more pleasurable activities emerged.
"Endymion wasn't some fling," he replied, "It's a complicated story, and I don't know half of it. But I do know that if she's looking to rekindle an old flame, it isn't going to happen,"
"And why's that. From the way you talk, he was desperately in love with her," she pointed out.
"Well that was then, and this is now. Besides, Endymion is desperately in love with someone else, Usagi," he said with a smile.
A satisfied smirk crossed Mina's features.
"What are you so happy about, you look like the bird that just ate the canary," he joked, giving her a playful poke in the ribs.
"I just enjoy the feeling of being absolutely right, especially when it comes to affairs of the heart," she replied matter-of-factly.
"Hmm," he said with a quirked eyebrow.
"And that's the feeling I get every moment spent with you," she whispered, propping herself up to allow herself access to his lips.
Kunzite grabbed her hips and flipped her on top of him. His last thoughts before lust and love took over his senses was a wish that his friend could experience the same pure reciprocated love he did.
"Why are you here?" Endymion demanded of the sleeping form.
"I hate you. I hate you with your raven hair and crimson lips and porcelain skin. I hate the way you left me; I hate the way you used to dig your fingers in my shoulder when we fucked. Why must you still gnaw and chip away at my being? Why can't you just die?" he whispered.
Her charcoal eyes fluttered open on his last word.
"Darien," she breathed.
He noticeably stiffened at the endearing term: my protector.
"Why are you here," he once again demanded of her now conscious form.
"I need my protector," she answered calmly.
"It seems to me like you really didn't need anybody. I was just good enough until something better came along. Well here, look, I'll save you a few months. Here's fifty dollars, I'm sure you're find someone that'll promise you the world to fuck you," he spat, tossing the money upon her.
Her dark eyes settled on him, a thousand emotions swimming in their depths.
"I don't need your money," she replied softly.
"Hmm, if my memory serves me correct, that's all you never needed, and you didn't care how low you sunk to get it," he said bitterly.
At that comment she jumped to her feet.
"I did that for you, you ungrateful bastard. Don't you dare throw that back in my face!' she shouted, her voice reverberating with rage.
"I'm sorry, that was a low blow," he answered sincerely.
"However, you still didn't answer my question adequately. Why the hell are you here?" he asked deliberately slowly.
"Because like you that one spring night so long ago, I have no one else," she said, tilting her head to meet his eyes.
"You never needed anyone except cocaine and comforting lies," he replied cruelly.
"Darien, my mother lives out of her car, and all the money she manages to get goes to booze. The only family I've ever had disowns me because of what I said on the stand to defend you, for you. Kunzite no longer wants me around now that he has that blonde haired model floozy, and my art's not selling. You were right Endymion, I really have no talent, and I was chasing dreams. Wisps and shadows of dreams," she cried softly.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," Endymion said helplessly.
"I'm sick Darien, I'm sick," she choked out. "I have no one but you."
"I can't love you. I love someone else," he said simply.
She looked ahead at only something she could see and nodded her beautiful head.
"I know you wouldn't always love me, but some childish fancy always kept me hoping that even though I should remain unforgiven, you would extend your hand to me and give me another chance. But I knew Endymion, I knew you would have someone else," she said with a strange smile tugging at her pouty lips.
"I'm not asking you to love me. Please just let me stay with you until I get back on my feet. If you so desire, our relationship will remain completely un-physical, and if so wish, non-existent," she explained truthfully.
He gave her a questioning look.
"Please," she begged, "You're all I have."
Pity moved in his chest for her. She was there when no else was. He had to do the same for her. He opened the door for her.
Usagi awoke early the next morning. The prospect of Ryan in the corner of mind. She had all day to spend with Endymion. She hopped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, anticipating the look of surprise on Endymion's face when she showed up on his doorstep.
"Usa, what are you doing here? I thought Ryan's flight was supposed to get in this morning," Endymion answered the door groggily.
"Oh it got pushed back until the afternoon, so I thought I'd see you," she replied, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt and pulling her close to him.
She walked backwards, leading him to the couch, but she jumped up in surprise as she made contact with something warm and soft.
"What the hell?" Usagi whirled around. "Who is that, and why is she sleeping on your couch?!" she screeched.
"Good gracious woman, calm down," Monique yawned as she brushed a raven strand away from her eyes.
Usagi stopped mid-rant as she realized who it was. She was breathtaking, a gothic beauty. Silky black hair rested perfectly in layers against a porcelain face with high cheek bones and a prominent nose. Her eyes were that of a doe's and were covered with sooty lashes.
"Usa, can we talk in the kitchen for a moment," Endymion said, steering her stiff form towards the kitchen.
"Well this is just splendid," choked Usagi, "Talk about karma. I come to cheat on my husband and find my lover cheating on me. Maybe God really is trying to tell me something. It's okay Endymion really, I hope you're very happy together," Usagi tried her best to act indifferent while holding back her tears.
"Usa," he growled in frustration as he grabbed her arm, preventing her from walking out the door. "Trust me, there's nothing going on between me and her. It's over. I know it took me a long time to put behind me, but that's exactly where it's saying. She going through a tough time and she really has no one. I owe her Usagi, my friendship, that's all," he said, looking straight into her bright blue eyes, so different than Monique's brown ones, but not any less beautiful.
"I don't know why I'm supposed to believe you. I mean let's face it Endymion, you obviously don't have the most upstanding character if you're fucking around with me," she replied honestly.
He gripped her shoulders tightly and forced her to look straight into his stormy eyes.
"Don't you ever think that the circumstances of our relationship undermine my love for you? Do you understand?" he asked firmly.
"Yes, I know," she answered reluctantly.
"Come here," he motioned her into his bedroom.
He picked up the smooth violin, and at the first note he played all of Usagi's anger slipped away. She listened to the beautiful melody, and she felt his love, his desire, his frustration, and pain. The music would reach an incredible peak, as if about to explode, but came back down again before it could do so.
"Endymion, that was beautiful, was that for me?" she asked in an almost inaudible whisper when he finished.
He set his violin down with great care and walked over to Usagi, getting behind her and wrapping his arms around her.
"Could you hear what I was trying to tell you in the song? It's so much easier to reveal to through music than words," he said, his warm breath tickling her ear.
"It seemed as if you wanted to scream your love to me to the entire world, but something held you back. I could hear the frustration in the music," she replied, choosing her words carefully.
"I don't want to be your invisible lover Usagi. I want to be able to hold hands with you in the daylight, to be seen places with you," he said passionately.
"I know Endymion, I know, all in time. But right now, you know my love for you, and that's all that matters," she said, reaching back to run a slender hand through his thick mane.
She moaned as his mouth roughly came down upon hers, his hand gripping and tugging at her shirt. She arched up to him, allowing him to slip his hand between her legs. She wrapped her arm around his neck for support as she bucked against. She rode his hand for a few moments, until her body tightened and shuddered. She placed gentle kisses along his jawbone and neck, pushing him back onto the bed. She shimmied out of her pants and straddled him in just her bra and underwear.
"Cute panties," Endymion smiled, toying with the pink fabric that had a white bunny on the butt.
She leaned down to kiss him and purred as she felt his large hands rub against her hips then over her ass.
With trembling fingers he reached for a condom from the bedside drawer. Usagi motioned to stop him, but hesitantly moved her hand away. She lowered herself upon him, and they once again began the familiar rhythm.
Monique sat by the bedroom door quietly, biting her low lip. She pulled her knees close to her body as she tortured herself; listening to the sound of the man she loved making love to someone else.
Endymion closed the door with a sigh after Usagi.
"Shit," he cursed under his breath as he read the clock.
He had to be at rehearsal at eleven. He scurried into the bathroom to take a quick a shower. He flung the bathroom door open and the sight in front of him made his jaw drop slightly in awe. Tiny beads of water clung to her wet skin, and her ebony hair was sleek against her elegant shoulders.
Monique whipped around with a small noise of surprise and pulled a white terry towel around her nudity as her chocolate eyes locked with Endymion's. Slowly and deliberately she let the towel fall from her figure. He stared transfixed at her flaring hips and even though her ribs protruded slightly her breasts were still full and perky. Her dramatic collarbone brought attention to a graceful neck and feminine shoulders.
"It's not as if this is something you've never seen," her sultry voice awoke him from his reverie.
"I'm...I'm sorry," he stammered, realizing how obvious his staring must have been.
"I see you have a shower radio. Clever. The shower can be such a lonely place. Nothing but blank walls with the pounding water and yourself in your most vulnerable state. Nothing is hidden and your thoughts are your only company. Can almost make you go crazy, can't it Darien?" she asked in a far away voice, her eyes flitting and resting momentarily on the scar gracing his wrist.
"I just enjoy listening to music everywhere," he replied, slightly defensively.
"Hmm...Sometimes it's good to be with your thoughts. They're always there waiting for you, you have to pay attention to them eventually," she said nonchalantly.
"Well if you don't mind, I have to get a shower. I have rehearsal all day, I won't be back until evening," he said impatiently.
"Well what's stopping you? It's not like I haven't seen it before," she said wickedly bending over to brush underneath her wet hair, providing Endymion with a spectacular view.
Endymion just smiled as he lifted his shirt above his head.
Monique smiled as she took another swipe with her paint brush. The landscape stretched out perfectly on the canvas, like a picture. She had always wanted to do portraits, but had failed in capturing the eyes. She could never capture the eyes. She turned away from her work; however, at the sound of the door to the apartment opened. A small smile tugged at her lips. She watched as Endymion flung himself on the couch. He sighed and spread out a perfect line of white powder on the table. He rolled the dollar bill with care before lowering his head.
"What's wrong Darien?" she asked as she scrutinized her work, adding dabs occasionally in a vain attempt to add depth.
He wiped his nose and laid his head back against the couch as her melancholy voice broke through the fog forming around his mind.
"Do you know what day it is?" he asked softly.
"I'm sorry, it escapes me," she replied airily as she turned her head to the side, her nose crunched with thought.
"It's the day I killed Gianna," he murmured not bothering to sweeten up the fact.
Monique laid her brush down, abandoning a lost cause as she knelt down by her lover.
"No darling. It's the day that we started a new life together. Away from the families that never really cared about us, and the fair weather friends," she whispered wrapping her fingers in his ebony hair, making Endymion look at her.
He tried to focus on her face, but the outline was blurry. His head lolled slightly as he concentrated on her lips as they formed their familiar words.
"But you didn't leave," he said dully, the words burned into his subconscious.
"No my dear Darien, I am here even though you did the unthinkable. I know how it feels to be unwanted, unloved. We're two of kind Darien, you can't change that," she breathed.
He continued to watch her mouth....her beautiful, delicious mouth that brushed against his lips and wrapped around his dick. He smiled as he reached between her legs and played with her panty line.
A seductive smirk graced her features as she realized which direction this was going. Endymion was an exceptional lover. She peeled off her tight black top allowing her bare breasts to bounce free. She pushed his back against the couch as she straddled him, riding him at a furious pace.
"Oh God!" she moaned as he ran his hands up her stomach and clasped her breasts.
She continued to buck against him, digging her nails into his shoulder for support. He managed a strangled groan as the intense feeling of pleasure mixed with pain washed over him. He moved his hands from her breasts and gripped her ass, impaling her further upon his manhood forcing her to move at an even quicker pace. She whimpered as his large hardness stretched her most sensitive area. She whipped her head from side to side as she lost herself in the euphoria and the sounds of their bodies slamming together and the banging of the couch against the wall: Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Hmm..." Monique covered her face with her arm trying to hold on to the elusive fantasy.
"Jesus Christ, I'm coming," she said miserably as the knocking on the door became louder.
"Hello," Monique said gruffly as she pulled open the front door.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Motoki blurted out in general shock.
"I'm sick. Besides I should be asking the same thing. Some nerve you have showing your face after what you did to Endymion!" she bit back.
"Yeah, in the head. And you- do not even get me started," he replied furiously. "And where the fuck is Endymion?! I have to speak with him. And I swear to God if he's here naked I'm castrating him! Do you hear me?" Motoki bellowed at the uncaring apartment.
"He's not here, he's at rehearsal until evening," she said annoyed at his childishness.
"You've got some balls," Motoki whistled as he watched Monique make herself comfortable on the couch.
"As I recall you are the one that ditched Endymion in his most dire time of need for that little bitch, so let's not go pointing fingers," she said icily.
"YOU'RE THE CAUSE OF HIS 'MOST DIRE TIME OF NEED'," he shouted in frustration.
"Not that again Motoki, it's becoming old."
"What, the truth?" he snapped.
"If you've come here to feed Endymion that bullshit story you're wasting your breath. He didn't want to hear it then, and he doesn't want to hear it now," she said matter-of-factly.
"Well he'll listen now. I saw you break him down once, and yeah I fucked up in the past but at least I'll admit it and am trying to make it right. I'm going to be his friend and do what's best for him, and that means showing him what a conniving bitch you are."
"You don't know shit," she whispered dangerously.
"Well I do know that you were insanely jealous of Gianna and that it ate you up inside that Endymion loved her and not you. And I know that night when we were all walking down Main Street you asked to see the engagement ring that Gianna was so proud of. You said that you wanted to get a better look at it. I know that two seconds before Endymion drove by, driving like a bat out of hell, you threw that ring right in front of him into the street. You knew the Gianna would run out into the street to get it. She loved that stupid ring more than she loved her fiancée. You killed Gianna, and me and everyone else that night knew it too. But it was just so easy and convenient to blame Endymion, saved the name of Gianna's family a bit too. And yes I played along and didn't tell anyone. I was just as bad as everyone else. And I thought that maybe, just maybe, when you got up on the stand you would tell the truth. Even though Endymion was speeding and intoxicated, a person who was not still would not have been able to stop in time. But no, you just sullied Gianna's name, not saved Endymion's. I kept my mouth shut then, but I'm sure as hell not going to keep it shut now," he said, his voice shaking.
"Oh, you think you just have everything figured out, don't you?" Monique demanded as she hopped to her feet. "You think I was jealous of Gianna? Ha! I was better off with my drunken hobo mother than with that family! You think you know everything Motoki? Well did you know that the poor excuse of a man Gianna called Dad used to rape me? Yeah, all the time. Do you know what it's like to fear the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway? And do you know what it's like when you hear the bedroom door creak open, and you wish and pray that it was someone else, but you know in your heart that it's him? He said it was the least I could do, because he was so good and kind to take me in. Gianna knew it, too. But when I tried to tell my aunt, Gianna said that I was lying, and I was just trying to get back at him because he made me break up with my boyfriend. My uncle never let me have any boyfriends; the sick bastard wanted me all to himself. And besides Gianna's fiancée was a complete jerk too. He used to beat her and was cheating on her with her best friend, aka your little fuck toy. He was only marrying her so he could get his hands on that supposed fortune. Too bad he didn't know that her father had gambled it all away. Besides, I didn't think Gianna would run out to get it. I thought her fiancée would, he was so damn cheap. I was doing her the biggest favor of her life, even though she was incredibly cruel to me. I didn't know it was Endymion driving the SUV; it all just turned out wrong. And I didn't know she was pregnant. See Endymion knew all this about me. Love is when you know the deepest, darkest secrets about someone, and you care for them anyway. So yeah, it's true that I could have said that Endymion wasn't to blame, but I was afraid. The minute Endymion got off, they would turn on me. I admit I was a coward. But before you go running to Endymion, just know that you completely turned your back on him, even more so than me, just for a little whore that would go kiss you and use those same lips to go suck another go off," she finished softly, her voice strained.
Motoki just stared at her for a moment, his bottom lip quivering slightly.
"What wrong Motoki? I do believe it looks as if you might cry," she said cruelly.
He looked quickly away.
"You were always an excellent liar," he said, as though trying to convince himself of the falsehood of her statements.
Monique was about to reply, but he held up a hand to silence her.
"I'll get to bottom of this, this whole mystery of why you're here. And I don't need you're little monologues obscuring the truth," he said with an air of confidence.
"Don't let the first thing with legs and a vagina distract you," she said with fake sweetness.
Motoki smiled at the familiarity of the words before storming out, slamming the door behind him.
Ryan stepped off the plane gracefully, a leather suitcase in one hand and a suit in another. Usagi wasn't expecting him for another half an hour, so it gave him plenty of time to make a little stop and take care of some business. But of course it did. Everything was planned, everything was organized, everything was perfect.
"Oh my God, who's bothering me now?" Monique complained to no one in particular.
"I swear to God Motoki..." Monique said as she flung open the door. However she stopped in mid-rant as her eyes fell upon one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. Handsome was not the word for him. Endymion was handsome with his strong jaw and dark hair, but this man, this man looked almost like an angel. His skin was slightly tan and he was obviously slightly muscular under his suit. But he was not as broad as Endymion; he was tall but had a slight build. He had high cheek bones, pouty lips, and intense green eyes.
"Yes? Who are you looking for?" she asked, doing a swift scan of his neat blonde hair, expensive suit, and Rolex.
"I'm actually here to see Endymion, is he in?" Ryan asked surveying the raven haired nymph clad in only a black tang top and tight black shorts.
"No, but you're welcome to come in and wait if you wish," she smiled, pulling back the door to allow him access.
"Thank you," he said entering, brushing against her. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Ryan Black. I'm a business associate of Endymion's," he said flashing her a flawless smile.
"I'm a friend of Endymion's. I'm just visiting for a few days," she explained. "You're welcome to show yourself around while you wait. I was just about to start painting. I feel like such a bum. I must warn you though, it's a bit messy," she said with a laugh.
"It's perfectly fine," he replied cautiously walking around the apartment, scanning for any traces of his Usagi.
He slipped his hands into his pockets and sauntered into the bedroom.
His heart fell when he saw nothing out of the ordinary tousled in with the unmade sheets. However, when he was about to exit the room a pink garment caught his eyes. His slowly walked towards it. It looked to be a pair of pink panties. Usagi once wore this one pair of excruciatingly childish pair of pink underwear which had a bunny on the butt. He had forbade her from ever wearing them again, stating that they were an utter turn off. He bent down to pick up the undergarment to examine it more closely, but a voice behind him made him jump in surprise.
"I was just wondering if you would like anything to drink," Monique said with a raised eyebrow.
Ryan jumped up from his position on the floor and brushed off his pant legs.
"A water would be lovely," he said with his most charming voice.
She gave him one more questioning look before heading to the kitchen.
He gazed with appreciation at her backside.
"I'm sure she doesn't wear pink panties........."
"It's a beautiful apartment," Ryan said as he looked out towards the balcony.
"I know, it has a wonderful view. I'm hoping it will give me some inspiration. You don't mind if I play some music do you? It helps me to concentrate," she explained.
"Go right ahead," he replied with a motion of his head.
Monique reached for the remote and hit play. An instant later a pulsating seductive beat echoed from the speakers followed by a deep sultry voice.
You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you
Ryan looked at her, and she turned away quickly as though ashamed that he caught her.
Help me I broke apart my insides . Help me I've got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me. Help me get away from myself
Ryan glanced at her again, but this time she kept eye contact and mouthed the words from behind her canvas.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
He inhaled sharply as she licked her lips, his dick jumping in response. He reached to pull the curtains closed as she stalked towards him, grabbing him by his jacket. The curtains shut with a whoosh, plunging the room into darkness.
You get me closer to God.
"Kunzite, I don't want to go to back Italy!" Mina cried, slamming closed her suitcase.
Kunzite stared at her, taken aback.
"I thought you liked Italy. Besides certainly you don't want to stay in this hotel room for the rest of your life," he replied.
"No, but I do want to stay in Tokyo," she said fervently, "I forgot how much I missed the familiar surroundings. This is where my friends are. This is where I belong."
"Well wherever you belong is where I belong. Just let me fly back to Italy, wrap up some loose ends, and we're start looking for a house here," he said wrapping his strong arms around her.
Just as he was about to kiss her, however, a loud knock made them break apart.
"Oh hey, Motoki! I wanted to talk to you before I left! Come in," Kunzite said good-naturedly.
"Hey Mina," Motoki said softly as he laid eyes on the beautiful blonde.
"Hey Motoki," she replied as they exchanged a look of shared pain inflicted by the same man.
"So what brings you here?" Kunzite asked as he sat down.
"Well, we need to talk..." he said, coughing slightly.
"Oh, well I better go pack your things Kunzite," Mina said taking the hint and running upstairs.
"What do you know about Monique?" Motoki asked as he sat across from Kunzite, folding his hands.
"So you already found out," he sighed.
"Yeah," Motoki replied curtly.
"How's Endymion taking it?" Kunzite asked.
"I really don't see why he should be taking anything. I know you know something. You were the last person that had contact with her."
"We went out for a little while, but broke it off. We remained acquaintances though after I started going with Mina. I mentioned to her that I was going to Japan to visit Endymion. She seemed interested but nothing really evolved. Then she called me a few days ago asking me where he lived, she said she just wanted to talk. I thought it would be therapeutic for Endymion to speak with her," Kunzite explained nonchalantly.
"You thought it would be therapeutic? Do you know the hell that woman put him through. Besides she said something about being sick. I came here to find truth, don't lie to me," Motoki demanded.
The color drained from Kunzite's face, rendering it pale.
"I didn't think that fact would be something she'd be advertising," Kunzite replied, regaining his composure. "You're right, she is sick. And when I broke up with her she was in tears, sobbing that there was no one to take care of her. But you have to understand I wanted a family, besides I was and still am in love with Mina. I did feel dreadful though, so I might have let slip the fact that I was visiting Endymion. From the why she speaks he owes her big time."
"First of all she's full of shit. Secondly, you dumped her on one of your best friends so you could sleep better at night. God, don't you think Endymion's had it hard enough without the people he trusts the most complicating his life further. For the first time Endymion seemed genuinely happy with his relationship with Usagi. Granted it was a tad bit unorthodox, but I came to accept because it made him happy. But you dump this slut on him that he just got over obsessing about so you can fuck Mina guilt free," Motoki said with disgust.
"It's not like that. I didn't think she'd mess up Endymion's relationship with Usagi. They can't have a physical relationship; well I don't think she'd take the chance. Motoki, she has AIDS. She's had it for about a year. I just thought that she could stay with Endymion until she found a means of supporting herself and some friends. Besides, I'd thought he's like to make peace with her before you-know," Kunzite said, hoping for Motoki's understanding.
"What makes you think that Monique won't put the moves on Endymion? It would probably make her exultant for Endymion to get AIDS. She'd probably think it horribly romantic that they die together," he said bitterly.
"Deep down she loves him, and Endymion loves Usagi. When you're in love, you can do no wrong," Kunzite said firmly.
"Is that they shit you feed yourself to help you sleep at night? You need more than love, you need trust. And I sure as hell don't trust them alone with each other."
Monique pushed Ryan off her after she felt his muscles tighten and shudder in orgasm.
"You know, I don't think that Endymion's going to be home until later, but I'll be sure to tell him that you came by," she said carelessly, brushing her hair away from her face.
She hoisted herself up off the couch and walked back over to her canvas. A few minutes later she looked back over to the couch and noticed that Ryan was still there.
"Is there a problem, is there something else you need?" she asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her tone.
"Oh...no," he stammered as he gathered his clothing. Monique was the best fuck of his life and now she was just discarding him like yesterday's newspaper.
He left the apartment ashamed and with a bruised ego." But at least Usagi will be home," he thought to himself. He could vent some of his frustration on her.
"Thank God he finally left," Monique sighed as she reached under the couch and admired her new Rolex with a smile.
Endymion's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the familiar black Porsche zooming out of the apartment complex's parking lot. He ducked down behind the wheel. He let out a sigh of relief. Ryan hadn't seen him. He had seemed very preoccupied with something else. Endymion shrugged it off and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Worst fuck of my life," Monique murmured as she tidied up the apartment feeling very unsatisfied.
She glanced towards Endymion's bedside table indecisively. She knew she shouldn't but... She waited a few moments before hopping on the bed and pulling the drawer open.
"Yes," she whispered as she found a half full box of condoms.
She was about to slam the door shut when a picture caught her eye.
Usagi sat in her bedroom, watching the hours slip by and still no husband. Endymion would be back from rehearsal now.
"Fuck this, and fuck him. I'm done caring!" Usagi announced scathingly to the empty room as she grabbed her keys and headed to the man who would always be there.
"Hey Monique, I'm home. Are you feeling okay?" Endymion called as he removed his jacket and set down his violin case.
"Monique..." he called as he wandered through the house, finally reaching his bedroom.
"There you are," he murmured as he found her lying on her stomach, legs crossed in the air, staring intently at the picture.
"You seem happy," she whispered in a far away voice.
Endymion leaned over her to look at the picture. It was the only picture he owned of him and Usagi. They had taken it when they went to the concert: their first and only date.
"She's beautiful," she said sincerely.
"We were like that once Darien. Amazing isn't it. How we were still happy even though we knew all that shit about each other. Most people would turn tail and run if I whispered one word about my past," she said with a cynical smile as she reached down into one of her bags and pulled out a small pouch.
Endymion watched as she measured out a small line, put a bill to her nose, and bent her head.
"You shouldn't be doing that if you're sick" he said softly.
"It won't make a difference. I'm sorry Darien. I'm sorry and I'm tired," she said slowly focusing her liquid eyes upon him.
"You broke my heart," he choked out.
"But I have some glue. Help me inhale, and I'll mend with you," she replied melodically.
"Do you really think that this thing with Usagi is going to work out? I heard you guys in the kitchen today. She doesn't understand you like I do. She's some fickle rich brat that wants to get revenge on her husband who's probably not keeping up his end of the deal in the bedroom," she said sagely.
Endymion thought back to the times when Usagi had been distant and secretive.
"You know you have to share me" her words echoed in his mind. Maybe Monique was right. No one but her could ever truly know or love him.
Endymion gingerly took the bill from her fingertips and sniffed a line of the white gold. He closed his eyes and allowed the familiar sensation to wash over him. Monique turned his head toward her. He sat mesmerized as she lifted her top over her head. He smiled as his lips touched her and his senses were assaulted with her scent and taste.
Usagi tried the door to Endymion's apartment. She really didn't want Monique answering the door. Even her name sounded bitter on her tongue. To her surprise the door opened noiselessly. Usagi slipped off her shoes and headed to Endymion's bedroom.
"Endy-" but his name fell dead on her tongue, as she watched the sinewy muscles of his back strain as he rocked against Monique.
His head was turned from her, buried in the concave of Monique's neck whose eyes were closed in ecstasy. Usagi bit her bottom lip to prevent the tears and ran home to her husband's arms and bed. It had gone full circle. It was just like the day Usagi first laid eyes on Endymion: he was in love with Monique and she was the property of her husband. The words that her mother once spoke echoed in her mind: People don't change, circumstances do.
OKAY, I'M MAKING THIS ALL CAPS BECAUSE I WANT PEOPLE TO READ THIS AUTHOR NOTE! Okay, I hope that caught your attention, I find all caps annoying. I know there was a lot of sex in this chapter, and I hope that it wasn't offensive to anyone. It was pointless sex though, I tried to show how much more romantic Endymion's and Usagi's lovemaking was compared to Monique's. Well at least that's what I was trying for. I also realize that this chapter was kind of soap operaish, but this was one of the darkest chapters, it gets happier from here, I promise! So please don't send a ton of flames, not all relationships are they meet, fall in love, and live happily ever after. ALSO VERY IMPORTANT! YOU PROBABLY REALIZED THAT I SAID IT WENT FULL CIRCLE AT THE END. AS YOU MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN ALL THE CHAPTERS FROM CHAPTER 2 ONWARD HAVE BEEN A FLASHBACK FROM THE FIRST CHAPTER. NOW THE NEXT CHAPTER POSTED WILL BE IN THE PRESENT. THIS WAS ALL SORT OF PROLOGUE. I just thought that fact was important and I'm sure some of you do not recall that the first chapter ended with Usagi thinking of how it all began. You might want to reread it! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! Part B is going to be much shorter than the other chapters so if I get many reviews it should be out quickly. Oh yeah, I was wondering if you guys preferred longer or shorter chapters. Please get back to me because I can make them either way. The reader's enjoyment if my first priority. They will still contain the same information but I would just break them into parts. Also the song Monique plays is "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails Well thanks for reading and review, review, review!!!!
~ Pink Moonbeam
Thanks so much to my editor Meghan! You can thank her for the timeliness of my chapters!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SAILORMOON BUT THE PLOTLINE AND ALL ORGINIAL CHARACTERS CAME FROM MY OWN HEAD.
WARNING
RATED R FOR GRAPHIC SEXUAL SCENES, LANGUAGE, AND DRUG USE.
Trust Between the Covers
His heart jumped to his throat and he contemplated running right back down the stairs.
"Please be Rei," he pleaded silently to himself.
His mind tried to convince him that of course it was Rei, lonely and desperate. However, his heart knew better. His heart knew that only one girl had hair so desperately black, and a figure that slender.
"Well, what better way to make peace than right to her face..." he sighed.
Mina flipped back her golden hair and snuggled next to Kunzite, making tiny circles on his hard chest with her nails.
"I don't really understand why she would come all the way here, especially just because of some old fling," Mina sighed, once again igniting the former conversation, which was dropped when more pleasurable activities emerged.
"Endymion wasn't some fling," he replied, "It's a complicated story, and I don't know half of it. But I do know that if she's looking to rekindle an old flame, it isn't going to happen,"
"And why's that. From the way you talk, he was desperately in love with her," she pointed out.
"Well that was then, and this is now. Besides, Endymion is desperately in love with someone else, Usagi," he said with a smile.
A satisfied smirk crossed Mina's features.
"What are you so happy about, you look like the bird that just ate the canary," he joked, giving her a playful poke in the ribs.
"I just enjoy the feeling of being absolutely right, especially when it comes to affairs of the heart," she replied matter-of-factly.
"Hmm," he said with a quirked eyebrow.
"And that's the feeling I get every moment spent with you," she whispered, propping herself up to allow herself access to his lips.
Kunzite grabbed her hips and flipped her on top of him. His last thoughts before lust and love took over his senses was a wish that his friend could experience the same pure reciprocated love he did.
"Why are you here?" Endymion demanded of the sleeping form.
"I hate you. I hate you with your raven hair and crimson lips and porcelain skin. I hate the way you left me; I hate the way you used to dig your fingers in my shoulder when we fucked. Why must you still gnaw and chip away at my being? Why can't you just die?" he whispered.
Her charcoal eyes fluttered open on his last word.
"Darien," she breathed.
He noticeably stiffened at the endearing term: my protector.
"Why are you here," he once again demanded of her now conscious form.
"I need my protector," she answered calmly.
"It seems to me like you really didn't need anybody. I was just good enough until something better came along. Well here, look, I'll save you a few months. Here's fifty dollars, I'm sure you're find someone that'll promise you the world to fuck you," he spat, tossing the money upon her.
Her dark eyes settled on him, a thousand emotions swimming in their depths.
"I don't need your money," she replied softly.
"Hmm, if my memory serves me correct, that's all you never needed, and you didn't care how low you sunk to get it," he said bitterly.
At that comment she jumped to her feet.
"I did that for you, you ungrateful bastard. Don't you dare throw that back in my face!' she shouted, her voice reverberating with rage.
"I'm sorry, that was a low blow," he answered sincerely.
"However, you still didn't answer my question adequately. Why the hell are you here?" he asked deliberately slowly.
"Because like you that one spring night so long ago, I have no one else," she said, tilting her head to meet his eyes.
"You never needed anyone except cocaine and comforting lies," he replied cruelly.
"Darien, my mother lives out of her car, and all the money she manages to get goes to booze. The only family I've ever had disowns me because of what I said on the stand to defend you, for you. Kunzite no longer wants me around now that he has that blonde haired model floozy, and my art's not selling. You were right Endymion, I really have no talent, and I was chasing dreams. Wisps and shadows of dreams," she cried softly.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," Endymion said helplessly.
"I'm sick Darien, I'm sick," she choked out. "I have no one but you."
"I can't love you. I love someone else," he said simply.
She looked ahead at only something she could see and nodded her beautiful head.
"I know you wouldn't always love me, but some childish fancy always kept me hoping that even though I should remain unforgiven, you would extend your hand to me and give me another chance. But I knew Endymion, I knew you would have someone else," she said with a strange smile tugging at her pouty lips.
"I'm not asking you to love me. Please just let me stay with you until I get back on my feet. If you so desire, our relationship will remain completely un-physical, and if so wish, non-existent," she explained truthfully.
He gave her a questioning look.
"Please," she begged, "You're all I have."
Pity moved in his chest for her. She was there when no else was. He had to do the same for her. He opened the door for her.
Usagi awoke early the next morning. The prospect of Ryan in the corner of mind. She had all day to spend with Endymion. She hopped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, anticipating the look of surprise on Endymion's face when she showed up on his doorstep.
"Usa, what are you doing here? I thought Ryan's flight was supposed to get in this morning," Endymion answered the door groggily.
"Oh it got pushed back until the afternoon, so I thought I'd see you," she replied, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt and pulling her close to him.
She walked backwards, leading him to the couch, but she jumped up in surprise as she made contact with something warm and soft.
"What the hell?" Usagi whirled around. "Who is that, and why is she sleeping on your couch?!" she screeched.
"Good gracious woman, calm down," Monique yawned as she brushed a raven strand away from her eyes.
Usagi stopped mid-rant as she realized who it was. She was breathtaking, a gothic beauty. Silky black hair rested perfectly in layers against a porcelain face with high cheek bones and a prominent nose. Her eyes were that of a doe's and were covered with sooty lashes.
"Usa, can we talk in the kitchen for a moment," Endymion said, steering her stiff form towards the kitchen.
"Well this is just splendid," choked Usagi, "Talk about karma. I come to cheat on my husband and find my lover cheating on me. Maybe God really is trying to tell me something. It's okay Endymion really, I hope you're very happy together," Usagi tried her best to act indifferent while holding back her tears.
"Usa," he growled in frustration as he grabbed her arm, preventing her from walking out the door. "Trust me, there's nothing going on between me and her. It's over. I know it took me a long time to put behind me, but that's exactly where it's saying. She going through a tough time and she really has no one. I owe her Usagi, my friendship, that's all," he said, looking straight into her bright blue eyes, so different than Monique's brown ones, but not any less beautiful.
"I don't know why I'm supposed to believe you. I mean let's face it Endymion, you obviously don't have the most upstanding character if you're fucking around with me," she replied honestly.
He gripped her shoulders tightly and forced her to look straight into his stormy eyes.
"Don't you ever think that the circumstances of our relationship undermine my love for you? Do you understand?" he asked firmly.
"Yes, I know," she answered reluctantly.
"Come here," he motioned her into his bedroom.
He picked up the smooth violin, and at the first note he played all of Usagi's anger slipped away. She listened to the beautiful melody, and she felt his love, his desire, his frustration, and pain. The music would reach an incredible peak, as if about to explode, but came back down again before it could do so.
"Endymion, that was beautiful, was that for me?" she asked in an almost inaudible whisper when he finished.
He set his violin down with great care and walked over to Usagi, getting behind her and wrapping his arms around her.
"Could you hear what I was trying to tell you in the song? It's so much easier to reveal to through music than words," he said, his warm breath tickling her ear.
"It seemed as if you wanted to scream your love to me to the entire world, but something held you back. I could hear the frustration in the music," she replied, choosing her words carefully.
"I don't want to be your invisible lover Usagi. I want to be able to hold hands with you in the daylight, to be seen places with you," he said passionately.
"I know Endymion, I know, all in time. But right now, you know my love for you, and that's all that matters," she said, reaching back to run a slender hand through his thick mane.
She moaned as his mouth roughly came down upon hers, his hand gripping and tugging at her shirt. She arched up to him, allowing him to slip his hand between her legs. She wrapped her arm around his neck for support as she bucked against. She rode his hand for a few moments, until her body tightened and shuddered. She placed gentle kisses along his jawbone and neck, pushing him back onto the bed. She shimmied out of her pants and straddled him in just her bra and underwear.
"Cute panties," Endymion smiled, toying with the pink fabric that had a white bunny on the butt.
She leaned down to kiss him and purred as she felt his large hands rub against her hips then over her ass.
With trembling fingers he reached for a condom from the bedside drawer. Usagi motioned to stop him, but hesitantly moved her hand away. She lowered herself upon him, and they once again began the familiar rhythm.
Monique sat by the bedroom door quietly, biting her low lip. She pulled her knees close to her body as she tortured herself; listening to the sound of the man she loved making love to someone else.
Endymion closed the door with a sigh after Usagi.
"Shit," he cursed under his breath as he read the clock.
He had to be at rehearsal at eleven. He scurried into the bathroom to take a quick a shower. He flung the bathroom door open and the sight in front of him made his jaw drop slightly in awe. Tiny beads of water clung to her wet skin, and her ebony hair was sleek against her elegant shoulders.
Monique whipped around with a small noise of surprise and pulled a white terry towel around her nudity as her chocolate eyes locked with Endymion's. Slowly and deliberately she let the towel fall from her figure. He stared transfixed at her flaring hips and even though her ribs protruded slightly her breasts were still full and perky. Her dramatic collarbone brought attention to a graceful neck and feminine shoulders.
"It's not as if this is something you've never seen," her sultry voice awoke him from his reverie.
"I'm...I'm sorry," he stammered, realizing how obvious his staring must have been.
"I see you have a shower radio. Clever. The shower can be such a lonely place. Nothing but blank walls with the pounding water and yourself in your most vulnerable state. Nothing is hidden and your thoughts are your only company. Can almost make you go crazy, can't it Darien?" she asked in a far away voice, her eyes flitting and resting momentarily on the scar gracing his wrist.
"I just enjoy listening to music everywhere," he replied, slightly defensively.
"Hmm...Sometimes it's good to be with your thoughts. They're always there waiting for you, you have to pay attention to them eventually," she said nonchalantly.
"Well if you don't mind, I have to get a shower. I have rehearsal all day, I won't be back until evening," he said impatiently.
"Well what's stopping you? It's not like I haven't seen it before," she said wickedly bending over to brush underneath her wet hair, providing Endymion with a spectacular view.
Endymion just smiled as he lifted his shirt above his head.
Monique smiled as she took another swipe with her paint brush. The landscape stretched out perfectly on the canvas, like a picture. She had always wanted to do portraits, but had failed in capturing the eyes. She could never capture the eyes. She turned away from her work; however, at the sound of the door to the apartment opened. A small smile tugged at her lips. She watched as Endymion flung himself on the couch. He sighed and spread out a perfect line of white powder on the table. He rolled the dollar bill with care before lowering his head.
"What's wrong Darien?" she asked as she scrutinized her work, adding dabs occasionally in a vain attempt to add depth.
He wiped his nose and laid his head back against the couch as her melancholy voice broke through the fog forming around his mind.
"Do you know what day it is?" he asked softly.
"I'm sorry, it escapes me," she replied airily as she turned her head to the side, her nose crunched with thought.
"It's the day I killed Gianna," he murmured not bothering to sweeten up the fact.
Monique laid her brush down, abandoning a lost cause as she knelt down by her lover.
"No darling. It's the day that we started a new life together. Away from the families that never really cared about us, and the fair weather friends," she whispered wrapping her fingers in his ebony hair, making Endymion look at her.
He tried to focus on her face, but the outline was blurry. His head lolled slightly as he concentrated on her lips as they formed their familiar words.
"But you didn't leave," he said dully, the words burned into his subconscious.
"No my dear Darien, I am here even though you did the unthinkable. I know how it feels to be unwanted, unloved. We're two of kind Darien, you can't change that," she breathed.
He continued to watch her mouth....her beautiful, delicious mouth that brushed against his lips and wrapped around his dick. He smiled as he reached between her legs and played with her panty line.
A seductive smirk graced her features as she realized which direction this was going. Endymion was an exceptional lover. She peeled off her tight black top allowing her bare breasts to bounce free. She pushed his back against the couch as she straddled him, riding him at a furious pace.
"Oh God!" she moaned as he ran his hands up her stomach and clasped her breasts.
She continued to buck against him, digging her nails into his shoulder for support. He managed a strangled groan as the intense feeling of pleasure mixed with pain washed over him. He moved his hands from her breasts and gripped her ass, impaling her further upon his manhood forcing her to move at an even quicker pace. She whimpered as his large hardness stretched her most sensitive area. She whipped her head from side to side as she lost herself in the euphoria and the sounds of their bodies slamming together and the banging of the couch against the wall: Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Hmm..." Monique covered her face with her arm trying to hold on to the elusive fantasy.
"Jesus Christ, I'm coming," she said miserably as the knocking on the door became louder.
"Hello," Monique said gruffly as she pulled open the front door.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Motoki blurted out in general shock.
"I'm sick. Besides I should be asking the same thing. Some nerve you have showing your face after what you did to Endymion!" she bit back.
"Yeah, in the head. And you- do not even get me started," he replied furiously. "And where the fuck is Endymion?! I have to speak with him. And I swear to God if he's here naked I'm castrating him! Do you hear me?" Motoki bellowed at the uncaring apartment.
"He's not here, he's at rehearsal until evening," she said annoyed at his childishness.
"You've got some balls," Motoki whistled as he watched Monique make herself comfortable on the couch.
"As I recall you are the one that ditched Endymion in his most dire time of need for that little bitch, so let's not go pointing fingers," she said icily.
"YOU'RE THE CAUSE OF HIS 'MOST DIRE TIME OF NEED'," he shouted in frustration.
"Not that again Motoki, it's becoming old."
"What, the truth?" he snapped.
"If you've come here to feed Endymion that bullshit story you're wasting your breath. He didn't want to hear it then, and he doesn't want to hear it now," she said matter-of-factly.
"Well he'll listen now. I saw you break him down once, and yeah I fucked up in the past but at least I'll admit it and am trying to make it right. I'm going to be his friend and do what's best for him, and that means showing him what a conniving bitch you are."
"You don't know shit," she whispered dangerously.
"Well I do know that you were insanely jealous of Gianna and that it ate you up inside that Endymion loved her and not you. And I know that night when we were all walking down Main Street you asked to see the engagement ring that Gianna was so proud of. You said that you wanted to get a better look at it. I know that two seconds before Endymion drove by, driving like a bat out of hell, you threw that ring right in front of him into the street. You knew the Gianna would run out into the street to get it. She loved that stupid ring more than she loved her fiancée. You killed Gianna, and me and everyone else that night knew it too. But it was just so easy and convenient to blame Endymion, saved the name of Gianna's family a bit too. And yes I played along and didn't tell anyone. I was just as bad as everyone else. And I thought that maybe, just maybe, when you got up on the stand you would tell the truth. Even though Endymion was speeding and intoxicated, a person who was not still would not have been able to stop in time. But no, you just sullied Gianna's name, not saved Endymion's. I kept my mouth shut then, but I'm sure as hell not going to keep it shut now," he said, his voice shaking.
"Oh, you think you just have everything figured out, don't you?" Monique demanded as she hopped to her feet. "You think I was jealous of Gianna? Ha! I was better off with my drunken hobo mother than with that family! You think you know everything Motoki? Well did you know that the poor excuse of a man Gianna called Dad used to rape me? Yeah, all the time. Do you know what it's like to fear the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway? And do you know what it's like when you hear the bedroom door creak open, and you wish and pray that it was someone else, but you know in your heart that it's him? He said it was the least I could do, because he was so good and kind to take me in. Gianna knew it, too. But when I tried to tell my aunt, Gianna said that I was lying, and I was just trying to get back at him because he made me break up with my boyfriend. My uncle never let me have any boyfriends; the sick bastard wanted me all to himself. And besides Gianna's fiancée was a complete jerk too. He used to beat her and was cheating on her with her best friend, aka your little fuck toy. He was only marrying her so he could get his hands on that supposed fortune. Too bad he didn't know that her father had gambled it all away. Besides, I didn't think Gianna would run out to get it. I thought her fiancée would, he was so damn cheap. I was doing her the biggest favor of her life, even though she was incredibly cruel to me. I didn't know it was Endymion driving the SUV; it all just turned out wrong. And I didn't know she was pregnant. See Endymion knew all this about me. Love is when you know the deepest, darkest secrets about someone, and you care for them anyway. So yeah, it's true that I could have said that Endymion wasn't to blame, but I was afraid. The minute Endymion got off, they would turn on me. I admit I was a coward. But before you go running to Endymion, just know that you completely turned your back on him, even more so than me, just for a little whore that would go kiss you and use those same lips to go suck another go off," she finished softly, her voice strained.
Motoki just stared at her for a moment, his bottom lip quivering slightly.
"What wrong Motoki? I do believe it looks as if you might cry," she said cruelly.
He looked quickly away.
"You were always an excellent liar," he said, as though trying to convince himself of the falsehood of her statements.
Monique was about to reply, but he held up a hand to silence her.
"I'll get to bottom of this, this whole mystery of why you're here. And I don't need you're little monologues obscuring the truth," he said with an air of confidence.
"Don't let the first thing with legs and a vagina distract you," she said with fake sweetness.
Motoki smiled at the familiarity of the words before storming out, slamming the door behind him.
Ryan stepped off the plane gracefully, a leather suitcase in one hand and a suit in another. Usagi wasn't expecting him for another half an hour, so it gave him plenty of time to make a little stop and take care of some business. But of course it did. Everything was planned, everything was organized, everything was perfect.
"Oh my God, who's bothering me now?" Monique complained to no one in particular.
"I swear to God Motoki..." Monique said as she flung open the door. However she stopped in mid-rant as her eyes fell upon one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. Handsome was not the word for him. Endymion was handsome with his strong jaw and dark hair, but this man, this man looked almost like an angel. His skin was slightly tan and he was obviously slightly muscular under his suit. But he was not as broad as Endymion; he was tall but had a slight build. He had high cheek bones, pouty lips, and intense green eyes.
"Yes? Who are you looking for?" she asked, doing a swift scan of his neat blonde hair, expensive suit, and Rolex.
"I'm actually here to see Endymion, is he in?" Ryan asked surveying the raven haired nymph clad in only a black tang top and tight black shorts.
"No, but you're welcome to come in and wait if you wish," she smiled, pulling back the door to allow him access.
"Thank you," he said entering, brushing against her. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Ryan Black. I'm a business associate of Endymion's," he said flashing her a flawless smile.
"I'm a friend of Endymion's. I'm just visiting for a few days," she explained. "You're welcome to show yourself around while you wait. I was just about to start painting. I feel like such a bum. I must warn you though, it's a bit messy," she said with a laugh.
"It's perfectly fine," he replied cautiously walking around the apartment, scanning for any traces of his Usagi.
He slipped his hands into his pockets and sauntered into the bedroom.
His heart fell when he saw nothing out of the ordinary tousled in with the unmade sheets. However, when he was about to exit the room a pink garment caught his eyes. His slowly walked towards it. It looked to be a pair of pink panties. Usagi once wore this one pair of excruciatingly childish pair of pink underwear which had a bunny on the butt. He had forbade her from ever wearing them again, stating that they were an utter turn off. He bent down to pick up the undergarment to examine it more closely, but a voice behind him made him jump in surprise.
"I was just wondering if you would like anything to drink," Monique said with a raised eyebrow.
Ryan jumped up from his position on the floor and brushed off his pant legs.
"A water would be lovely," he said with his most charming voice.
She gave him one more questioning look before heading to the kitchen.
He gazed with appreciation at her backside.
"I'm sure she doesn't wear pink panties........."
"It's a beautiful apartment," Ryan said as he looked out towards the balcony.
"I know, it has a wonderful view. I'm hoping it will give me some inspiration. You don't mind if I play some music do you? It helps me to concentrate," she explained.
"Go right ahead," he replied with a motion of his head.
Monique reached for the remote and hit play. An instant later a pulsating seductive beat echoed from the speakers followed by a deep sultry voice.
You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you
Ryan looked at her, and she turned away quickly as though ashamed that he caught her.
Help me I broke apart my insides . Help me I've got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me. Help me get away from myself
Ryan glanced at her again, but this time she kept eye contact and mouthed the words from behind her canvas.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
He inhaled sharply as she licked her lips, his dick jumping in response. He reached to pull the curtains closed as she stalked towards him, grabbing him by his jacket. The curtains shut with a whoosh, plunging the room into darkness.
You get me closer to God.
"Kunzite, I don't want to go to back Italy!" Mina cried, slamming closed her suitcase.
Kunzite stared at her, taken aback.
"I thought you liked Italy. Besides certainly you don't want to stay in this hotel room for the rest of your life," he replied.
"No, but I do want to stay in Tokyo," she said fervently, "I forgot how much I missed the familiar surroundings. This is where my friends are. This is where I belong."
"Well wherever you belong is where I belong. Just let me fly back to Italy, wrap up some loose ends, and we're start looking for a house here," he said wrapping his strong arms around her.
Just as he was about to kiss her, however, a loud knock made them break apart.
"Oh hey, Motoki! I wanted to talk to you before I left! Come in," Kunzite said good-naturedly.
"Hey Mina," Motoki said softly as he laid eyes on the beautiful blonde.
"Hey Motoki," she replied as they exchanged a look of shared pain inflicted by the same man.
"So what brings you here?" Kunzite asked as he sat down.
"Well, we need to talk..." he said, coughing slightly.
"Oh, well I better go pack your things Kunzite," Mina said taking the hint and running upstairs.
"What do you know about Monique?" Motoki asked as he sat across from Kunzite, folding his hands.
"So you already found out," he sighed.
"Yeah," Motoki replied curtly.
"How's Endymion taking it?" Kunzite asked.
"I really don't see why he should be taking anything. I know you know something. You were the last person that had contact with her."
"We went out for a little while, but broke it off. We remained acquaintances though after I started going with Mina. I mentioned to her that I was going to Japan to visit Endymion. She seemed interested but nothing really evolved. Then she called me a few days ago asking me where he lived, she said she just wanted to talk. I thought it would be therapeutic for Endymion to speak with her," Kunzite explained nonchalantly.
"You thought it would be therapeutic? Do you know the hell that woman put him through. Besides she said something about being sick. I came here to find truth, don't lie to me," Motoki demanded.
The color drained from Kunzite's face, rendering it pale.
"I didn't think that fact would be something she'd be advertising," Kunzite replied, regaining his composure. "You're right, she is sick. And when I broke up with her she was in tears, sobbing that there was no one to take care of her. But you have to understand I wanted a family, besides I was and still am in love with Mina. I did feel dreadful though, so I might have let slip the fact that I was visiting Endymion. From the why she speaks he owes her big time."
"First of all she's full of shit. Secondly, you dumped her on one of your best friends so you could sleep better at night. God, don't you think Endymion's had it hard enough without the people he trusts the most complicating his life further. For the first time Endymion seemed genuinely happy with his relationship with Usagi. Granted it was a tad bit unorthodox, but I came to accept because it made him happy. But you dump this slut on him that he just got over obsessing about so you can fuck Mina guilt free," Motoki said with disgust.
"It's not like that. I didn't think she'd mess up Endymion's relationship with Usagi. They can't have a physical relationship; well I don't think she'd take the chance. Motoki, she has AIDS. She's had it for about a year. I just thought that she could stay with Endymion until she found a means of supporting herself and some friends. Besides, I'd thought he's like to make peace with her before you-know," Kunzite said, hoping for Motoki's understanding.
"What makes you think that Monique won't put the moves on Endymion? It would probably make her exultant for Endymion to get AIDS. She'd probably think it horribly romantic that they die together," he said bitterly.
"Deep down she loves him, and Endymion loves Usagi. When you're in love, you can do no wrong," Kunzite said firmly.
"Is that they shit you feed yourself to help you sleep at night? You need more than love, you need trust. And I sure as hell don't trust them alone with each other."
Monique pushed Ryan off her after she felt his muscles tighten and shudder in orgasm.
"You know, I don't think that Endymion's going to be home until later, but I'll be sure to tell him that you came by," she said carelessly, brushing her hair away from her face.
She hoisted herself up off the couch and walked back over to her canvas. A few minutes later she looked back over to the couch and noticed that Ryan was still there.
"Is there a problem, is there something else you need?" she asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her tone.
"Oh...no," he stammered as he gathered his clothing. Monique was the best fuck of his life and now she was just discarding him like yesterday's newspaper.
He left the apartment ashamed and with a bruised ego." But at least Usagi will be home," he thought to himself. He could vent some of his frustration on her.
"Thank God he finally left," Monique sighed as she reached under the couch and admired her new Rolex with a smile.
Endymion's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the familiar black Porsche zooming out of the apartment complex's parking lot. He ducked down behind the wheel. He let out a sigh of relief. Ryan hadn't seen him. He had seemed very preoccupied with something else. Endymion shrugged it off and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Worst fuck of my life," Monique murmured as she tidied up the apartment feeling very unsatisfied.
She glanced towards Endymion's bedside table indecisively. She knew she shouldn't but... She waited a few moments before hopping on the bed and pulling the drawer open.
"Yes," she whispered as she found a half full box of condoms.
She was about to slam the door shut when a picture caught her eye.
Usagi sat in her bedroom, watching the hours slip by and still no husband. Endymion would be back from rehearsal now.
"Fuck this, and fuck him. I'm done caring!" Usagi announced scathingly to the empty room as she grabbed her keys and headed to the man who would always be there.
"Hey Monique, I'm home. Are you feeling okay?" Endymion called as he removed his jacket and set down his violin case.
"Monique..." he called as he wandered through the house, finally reaching his bedroom.
"There you are," he murmured as he found her lying on her stomach, legs crossed in the air, staring intently at the picture.
"You seem happy," she whispered in a far away voice.
Endymion leaned over her to look at the picture. It was the only picture he owned of him and Usagi. They had taken it when they went to the concert: their first and only date.
"She's beautiful," she said sincerely.
"We were like that once Darien. Amazing isn't it. How we were still happy even though we knew all that shit about each other. Most people would turn tail and run if I whispered one word about my past," she said with a cynical smile as she reached down into one of her bags and pulled out a small pouch.
Endymion watched as she measured out a small line, put a bill to her nose, and bent her head.
"You shouldn't be doing that if you're sick" he said softly.
"It won't make a difference. I'm sorry Darien. I'm sorry and I'm tired," she said slowly focusing her liquid eyes upon him.
"You broke my heart," he choked out.
"But I have some glue. Help me inhale, and I'll mend with you," she replied melodically.
"Do you really think that this thing with Usagi is going to work out? I heard you guys in the kitchen today. She doesn't understand you like I do. She's some fickle rich brat that wants to get revenge on her husband who's probably not keeping up his end of the deal in the bedroom," she said sagely.
Endymion thought back to the times when Usagi had been distant and secretive.
"You know you have to share me" her words echoed in his mind. Maybe Monique was right. No one but her could ever truly know or love him.
Endymion gingerly took the bill from her fingertips and sniffed a line of the white gold. He closed his eyes and allowed the familiar sensation to wash over him. Monique turned his head toward her. He sat mesmerized as she lifted her top over her head. He smiled as his lips touched her and his senses were assaulted with her scent and taste.
Usagi tried the door to Endymion's apartment. She really didn't want Monique answering the door. Even her name sounded bitter on her tongue. To her surprise the door opened noiselessly. Usagi slipped off her shoes and headed to Endymion's bedroom.
"Endy-" but his name fell dead on her tongue, as she watched the sinewy muscles of his back strain as he rocked against Monique.
His head was turned from her, buried in the concave of Monique's neck whose eyes were closed in ecstasy. Usagi bit her bottom lip to prevent the tears and ran home to her husband's arms and bed. It had gone full circle. It was just like the day Usagi first laid eyes on Endymion: he was in love with Monique and she was the property of her husband. The words that her mother once spoke echoed in her mind: People don't change, circumstances do.
OKAY, I'M MAKING THIS ALL CAPS BECAUSE I WANT PEOPLE TO READ THIS AUTHOR NOTE! Okay, I hope that caught your attention, I find all caps annoying. I know there was a lot of sex in this chapter, and I hope that it wasn't offensive to anyone. It was pointless sex though, I tried to show how much more romantic Endymion's and Usagi's lovemaking was compared to Monique's. Well at least that's what I was trying for. I also realize that this chapter was kind of soap operaish, but this was one of the darkest chapters, it gets happier from here, I promise! So please don't send a ton of flames, not all relationships are they meet, fall in love, and live happily ever after. ALSO VERY IMPORTANT! YOU PROBABLY REALIZED THAT I SAID IT WENT FULL CIRCLE AT THE END. AS YOU MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN ALL THE CHAPTERS FROM CHAPTER 2 ONWARD HAVE BEEN A FLASHBACK FROM THE FIRST CHAPTER. NOW THE NEXT CHAPTER POSTED WILL BE IN THE PRESENT. THIS WAS ALL SORT OF PROLOGUE. I just thought that fact was important and I'm sure some of you do not recall that the first chapter ended with Usagi thinking of how it all began. You might want to reread it! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! Part B is going to be much shorter than the other chapters so if I get many reviews it should be out quickly. Oh yeah, I was wondering if you guys preferred longer or shorter chapters. Please get back to me because I can make them either way. The reader's enjoyment if my first priority. They will still contain the same information but I would just break them into parts. Also the song Monique plays is "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails Well thanks for reading and review, review, review!!!!
~ Pink Moonbeam