AUTHOR'S NOTE IMPORTANT
Wow I know it's been a while since I updated. But now I promise it will be more regular. I just want to warn all of you that this is just to catch everyone up on what happened since it's been awhile. You might want to go back and read previous chapters. So please don't send flames because you don't think there was enough action. I don't think I adequately described the emotional aspects as I should have in the last chapter. But now I am attempting to do so in this chapter and later chapters. Also this chapter is very dark, so if you like fluffy happiness you won't be finding it here. This is the darkest chapter, but I assure you it will get lighter. Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon but the storyline and all other characters are of my creation
RATED: R for strong sexuality, drug use, and language
Trust Between the Covers
Chapter 10: In the Moment of the Meantime
Usagi sat pensively behind the intimidating polished wooden desk which had become her second home. Her face screwed in concentration as she fixed minor imperfections to the sketch of the seemingly perfect room.
She was designing the bedroom for Tokyo's supreme socialite's first child. In modern times, she was designing the room for the next Princess. Usagi had always wanted a girl. With a sigh she threw her long blonde hair back, long blonde hair which almost always remained down, and whirled around in her chair to survey her empire, the tiny lights blinking at her through her expansive 35th floor window.
She heaved herself out of her leather companion and leaned against the window. It seemed like the last two years had been two millennia ago. Correction: it would be two years this Friday. Two years since she left her husband, burying him 7 months later, and the start of The World According to Usagi, the now rising premiere interior decorating service in Tokyo.
"But it didn't get there by me lazing around," Usagi sighed at herself as she glanced at the clock. The unholy digits glared mockingly back at her.
"Hmm...I know I had a great idea for window dressings in my old photos..." she mumbled to herself, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the pain of her old childish hopes.
She heaved the dusty box unto the desk, pulling files out haphazardly; however she stopped in mid pull as a photo fell silently upon the carpeted floor. Usagi peered over the edge of the desk. Stormy blue eyes and hair as dark as the night outside met her gaze unwavering.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! YES!" she heaved, her back arching almost a foot off the bed as she looked up at stormy eyes and hair as dark as the night.
His stony gaze met hers unwavering. His jaw set tight, he continued his furious pace, as the woman below him (he hadn't caught her name) moaned rather unattractively. With a final thrust, and a guttural growl he softened inside her, quickly rolling off her slick form.
"God I knew those hands could be put to better use than a violin," she giggled at her own self-imagined wit.
"Moronic whore," Endymion breathed softly as he threw on his boxers, the moonlight catching off the frames around his New York Penthouse, one of his more permanent residences.
He passed without a glance at the articles praising his god-given talent, his sold-out performances, and his newly discovered fortune. An agent had seen his show at Tokyo two years ago, and it was the path to hell as Endymion put it ever since.
He slid the door to his deck noiselessly and surveyed his empire beneath him. He had the whole fucking city in his hands. He sighed as he ran a hand through his thick ebony hair. The sun was trying to rise in the distance.
"Time to meet the fucking day."
He waltzed into the room and threw money for a cab fare unto the girl's form. Endymion smiled at the term.
"Well she sure as hell ain't a girl anymore," he thought bitterly as his mind flashed for a second back to a couple of hours earlier when he nearly tore her apart.
She rustled, and took the money silently. She had not expected him to let her stay. Everyone in the civilized world knew Endymion Shields was as cold-hearted as his ice blue eyes.
Amy picked up her 1 and half year-old son as he reached for the shiny violin stationed at its sacred place upon the mantle. His blue eyes welled with tears. She chided him softly.
"I don't know what your obsession with that thing is," she sighed exasperated, but she secretly hoped he had an ambition to become a musician.
She placed her son down, and reached gingerly for the polished instrument. She gently ran her fingers over the curved signature, and her mind briefly wondered of what happened to its owner before she redirected her attention to her child who was now attempting to knock over a trashcan.
Endymion smeared the white powder over the dresser with shaky hands as he attempted to gain a good look at himself in the mirror as the first rays of sun cast shadows upon his gaunt and tired reflection. Even the abuse of drugs and alcohol could not ravage his astonishing good looks. Endymion breathed harshly....the dark circles...the strong jaw..in his drunken and coke induced stupor he looked just like his father. Endymion grabbed his head and tried to shake it of its haunting images. He hated his father. He hated Monique. He hated Ryan. Oh by Satan how he hated HER. He hated how she made him love, how she made him believe, how she gave him hope. But most of all he hated what he had become. What SHE had made him become.
Usagi gripped the picture with shaking fingers. She wanted with every fiber in her being to tear it. But she couldn't find the strength. She was still memorized by his soulful eyes, strong jaw, and careless hair. He had saved her. He had saved her from physical abuse; he had saved her from emotional and spiritual deterioration. He had sacrificed everything for her. He was her angel. And she hated him. She hated him for his lies, his charm, and the way he had set her body and soul aflame, and how his image still appeared in her dreams at night, often still lingering in the daylight. But most of all, she loved him. No matter how often she denied it, rationalizing it in psychoanalytic perspective, she loved him. Because at one time, she knew without lies, he had loved her.
Rei stared without looking at the dying fire as her fiancée Jedite ran his fingers softly over her collarbone. Her engagement ring caught the soft glow of the flame, and she wondered if the man who was responsible for her bliss had found his peace. She smiled softly. She was sure he had, Usagi was never good for him.
Endymion lay on his back, face to the ceiling. Images swam before his eyes, brought about by his cloudy mind. He smiled absent-mindly as pictures of his lovely mother were presented before him. Her brunette hair fell around her, and her beautiful melodic voice assaulted his senses. He mouthed the words to the song of his favorite lullaby. He had always been afraid of the dark. Always.
Dark Night. Hold Tight.
Sleep tight my baby
Morning light
Shall burst bright
And keep us here safely
Silent tears ran down gaunt cheeks as his heart gave a painful jab, as the image of his mother was replaced by his most prized possession being engulfed by flames. That's all that was left of his life and love of her: ashes.
Motoki wiped the counter mechanically, as one of the large screen television re-played an interview with a certain raven-haired musician. It was concerning his cancellation of a tour to Tokyo. And Motoki had a slight inkling as to what, or should say he say who, was the cause. He sighed as tidied up some glasses. It had been another booming night as his restaurant In Bloom. He smiled as a memory of long ago slipping through the cracks. He wished he would call or leave a message, but he sadly knew that the man who dwelled behind those stunning blue eyes was no longer the man that Motoki had grown up with. He turned his attention to the screen.
"Well I'm sure this news of cancellation is disappointing to many fans, but still you're life has been quite the inspiration to many. You could almost say your life has been sort of a fairytale," the reporter said good-naturedly.
Endymion's breathtaking smile faltered for a second.
"Well I can certainly say it plays out like a novel or screenplay, a fairytale I'm not quite sure," he quipped.
Motoki winced at the bitterness in his voice and thought to the time when Endymion believed in happy endings.
Minako sat with her still fiancée Malachite, once again going over the guest list for the wedding. There were to be wed almost a year ago, but the death of her maid of honor's husband of AIDS came as quite a shock, and she was not going to have a wedding after a funeral and divorce. Minako remembered with a slightly cynical smile to when Usagi said that never before would she think that she would be thankful to Ryan for always insisting on wearing a condom. Yes those days were hard..but she'd rather think of happier things at the moment.
"I think we should invite him," Malachite persisted.
"I just don't think it would be a good idea to invite Endymion to the wedding," Minako replied once again reigniting the familiar argument.
"I wanted him to be my best man," he whined.
"That's rich. Yes, let's have your best man be someone who you haven't seen in almost two years," she bit back.
"There's something else bothering you Mina. You liked Endymion fine when you first met him," he probed.
"It's just that I don't think Usagi's quite over him yet. I don't think it would be wise, sparks could fly," Minako conceded, choosing her words carefully.
"Pshaw. She's been going with that Seiya fellow for almost a year. Haha, I wouldn't be surprised if you were a maid of honor shortly after being a bride," he said smiling.
Minako gave him an exasperated look.
"Endymion's been dead to Usagi for a long time. Trust me. It's been the end of their relationship for quite some time," he said pompously.
Minako sighed as she grabbed a pen. No one ever found out why Endymion left, and she even thought Usagi was skeptical upon the circumstances, but Usagi guarded those secrets close to her heart. With a thousand unanswered questions swarming her mind, she dotted the "i" on Endymion's invitation with the foreboding feeling that it wasn't the end of their relationship but only the beginning.
Wheew. I once again apologize for the wait. Thanks for the reviews. They have been great. I promise that the next chapter will be considerably longer, and lighter. Remember, you can't have shadow without lights. The lullaby Endymion sung was taken by an absoulutely enchanting song by Eisely called "Marvelous Things."
Wow I know it's been a while since I updated. But now I promise it will be more regular. I just want to warn all of you that this is just to catch everyone up on what happened since it's been awhile. You might want to go back and read previous chapters. So please don't send flames because you don't think there was enough action. I don't think I adequately described the emotional aspects as I should have in the last chapter. But now I am attempting to do so in this chapter and later chapters. Also this chapter is very dark, so if you like fluffy happiness you won't be finding it here. This is the darkest chapter, but I assure you it will get lighter. Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon but the storyline and all other characters are of my creation
RATED: R for strong sexuality, drug use, and language
Trust Between the Covers
Chapter 10: In the Moment of the Meantime
Usagi sat pensively behind the intimidating polished wooden desk which had become her second home. Her face screwed in concentration as she fixed minor imperfections to the sketch of the seemingly perfect room.
She was designing the bedroom for Tokyo's supreme socialite's first child. In modern times, she was designing the room for the next Princess. Usagi had always wanted a girl. With a sigh she threw her long blonde hair back, long blonde hair which almost always remained down, and whirled around in her chair to survey her empire, the tiny lights blinking at her through her expansive 35th floor window.
She heaved herself out of her leather companion and leaned against the window. It seemed like the last two years had been two millennia ago. Correction: it would be two years this Friday. Two years since she left her husband, burying him 7 months later, and the start of The World According to Usagi, the now rising premiere interior decorating service in Tokyo.
"But it didn't get there by me lazing around," Usagi sighed at herself as she glanced at the clock. The unholy digits glared mockingly back at her.
"Hmm...I know I had a great idea for window dressings in my old photos..." she mumbled to herself, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the pain of her old childish hopes.
She heaved the dusty box unto the desk, pulling files out haphazardly; however she stopped in mid pull as a photo fell silently upon the carpeted floor. Usagi peered over the edge of the desk. Stormy blue eyes and hair as dark as the night outside met her gaze unwavering.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! YES!" she heaved, her back arching almost a foot off the bed as she looked up at stormy eyes and hair as dark as the night.
His stony gaze met hers unwavering. His jaw set tight, he continued his furious pace, as the woman below him (he hadn't caught her name) moaned rather unattractively. With a final thrust, and a guttural growl he softened inside her, quickly rolling off her slick form.
"God I knew those hands could be put to better use than a violin," she giggled at her own self-imagined wit.
"Moronic whore," Endymion breathed softly as he threw on his boxers, the moonlight catching off the frames around his New York Penthouse, one of his more permanent residences.
He passed without a glance at the articles praising his god-given talent, his sold-out performances, and his newly discovered fortune. An agent had seen his show at Tokyo two years ago, and it was the path to hell as Endymion put it ever since.
He slid the door to his deck noiselessly and surveyed his empire beneath him. He had the whole fucking city in his hands. He sighed as he ran a hand through his thick ebony hair. The sun was trying to rise in the distance.
"Time to meet the fucking day."
He waltzed into the room and threw money for a cab fare unto the girl's form. Endymion smiled at the term.
"Well she sure as hell ain't a girl anymore," he thought bitterly as his mind flashed for a second back to a couple of hours earlier when he nearly tore her apart.
She rustled, and took the money silently. She had not expected him to let her stay. Everyone in the civilized world knew Endymion Shields was as cold-hearted as his ice blue eyes.
Amy picked up her 1 and half year-old son as he reached for the shiny violin stationed at its sacred place upon the mantle. His blue eyes welled with tears. She chided him softly.
"I don't know what your obsession with that thing is," she sighed exasperated, but she secretly hoped he had an ambition to become a musician.
She placed her son down, and reached gingerly for the polished instrument. She gently ran her fingers over the curved signature, and her mind briefly wondered of what happened to its owner before she redirected her attention to her child who was now attempting to knock over a trashcan.
Endymion smeared the white powder over the dresser with shaky hands as he attempted to gain a good look at himself in the mirror as the first rays of sun cast shadows upon his gaunt and tired reflection. Even the abuse of drugs and alcohol could not ravage his astonishing good looks. Endymion breathed harshly....the dark circles...the strong jaw..in his drunken and coke induced stupor he looked just like his father. Endymion grabbed his head and tried to shake it of its haunting images. He hated his father. He hated Monique. He hated Ryan. Oh by Satan how he hated HER. He hated how she made him love, how she made him believe, how she gave him hope. But most of all he hated what he had become. What SHE had made him become.
Usagi gripped the picture with shaking fingers. She wanted with every fiber in her being to tear it. But she couldn't find the strength. She was still memorized by his soulful eyes, strong jaw, and careless hair. He had saved her. He had saved her from physical abuse; he had saved her from emotional and spiritual deterioration. He had sacrificed everything for her. He was her angel. And she hated him. She hated him for his lies, his charm, and the way he had set her body and soul aflame, and how his image still appeared in her dreams at night, often still lingering in the daylight. But most of all, she loved him. No matter how often she denied it, rationalizing it in psychoanalytic perspective, she loved him. Because at one time, she knew without lies, he had loved her.
Rei stared without looking at the dying fire as her fiancée Jedite ran his fingers softly over her collarbone. Her engagement ring caught the soft glow of the flame, and she wondered if the man who was responsible for her bliss had found his peace. She smiled softly. She was sure he had, Usagi was never good for him.
Endymion lay on his back, face to the ceiling. Images swam before his eyes, brought about by his cloudy mind. He smiled absent-mindly as pictures of his lovely mother were presented before him. Her brunette hair fell around her, and her beautiful melodic voice assaulted his senses. He mouthed the words to the song of his favorite lullaby. He had always been afraid of the dark. Always.
Dark Night. Hold Tight.
Sleep tight my baby
Morning light
Shall burst bright
And keep us here safely
Silent tears ran down gaunt cheeks as his heart gave a painful jab, as the image of his mother was replaced by his most prized possession being engulfed by flames. That's all that was left of his life and love of her: ashes.
Motoki wiped the counter mechanically, as one of the large screen television re-played an interview with a certain raven-haired musician. It was concerning his cancellation of a tour to Tokyo. And Motoki had a slight inkling as to what, or should say he say who, was the cause. He sighed as tidied up some glasses. It had been another booming night as his restaurant In Bloom. He smiled as a memory of long ago slipping through the cracks. He wished he would call or leave a message, but he sadly knew that the man who dwelled behind those stunning blue eyes was no longer the man that Motoki had grown up with. He turned his attention to the screen.
"Well I'm sure this news of cancellation is disappointing to many fans, but still you're life has been quite the inspiration to many. You could almost say your life has been sort of a fairytale," the reporter said good-naturedly.
Endymion's breathtaking smile faltered for a second.
"Well I can certainly say it plays out like a novel or screenplay, a fairytale I'm not quite sure," he quipped.
Motoki winced at the bitterness in his voice and thought to the time when Endymion believed in happy endings.
Minako sat with her still fiancée Malachite, once again going over the guest list for the wedding. There were to be wed almost a year ago, but the death of her maid of honor's husband of AIDS came as quite a shock, and she was not going to have a wedding after a funeral and divorce. Minako remembered with a slightly cynical smile to when Usagi said that never before would she think that she would be thankful to Ryan for always insisting on wearing a condom. Yes those days were hard..but she'd rather think of happier things at the moment.
"I think we should invite him," Malachite persisted.
"I just don't think it would be a good idea to invite Endymion to the wedding," Minako replied once again reigniting the familiar argument.
"I wanted him to be my best man," he whined.
"That's rich. Yes, let's have your best man be someone who you haven't seen in almost two years," she bit back.
"There's something else bothering you Mina. You liked Endymion fine when you first met him," he probed.
"It's just that I don't think Usagi's quite over him yet. I don't think it would be wise, sparks could fly," Minako conceded, choosing her words carefully.
"Pshaw. She's been going with that Seiya fellow for almost a year. Haha, I wouldn't be surprised if you were a maid of honor shortly after being a bride," he said smiling.
Minako gave him an exasperated look.
"Endymion's been dead to Usagi for a long time. Trust me. It's been the end of their relationship for quite some time," he said pompously.
Minako sighed as she grabbed a pen. No one ever found out why Endymion left, and she even thought Usagi was skeptical upon the circumstances, but Usagi guarded those secrets close to her heart. With a thousand unanswered questions swarming her mind, she dotted the "i" on Endymion's invitation with the foreboding feeling that it wasn't the end of their relationship but only the beginning.
Wheew. I once again apologize for the wait. Thanks for the reviews. They have been great. I promise that the next chapter will be considerably longer, and lighter. Remember, you can't have shadow without lights. The lullaby Endymion sung was taken by an absoulutely enchanting song by Eisely called "Marvelous Things."