Woo-hoo, another chapter to my Mary-Sue Usagi (I'm embarrassed to admit) story.
"Fuck you!" Usagi yelled once she reached the top of the steps. She whipped around, heart breaking at the Time senshi's crying, and walked to her room. She hated being like this and hurting everyone, but she couldn't help it. She was filled with so much spite, hate, and iciness. It wasn't like her 'old' self, and she completely abhorred it. "Damn you all!" Usagi shouted, throwing her pillow at the wall. When it didn't do anything, she threw her alarm clock and smiled grimly to herself once she heard a satisfying tinkling sound.
Usagi sighed once she felt a presence coming near the home once again. It seemed as if Setsuna had come. Apparently, screaming her head off at the burgundy-eyed woman was not enough. She got up from her bed, pulled on a pair of baggy pants, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and set the darkest scowl she possibly could on her face before heading back downstairs. She opened the door as she started to speak.
"Setsuna, I thought I told you I never wanted to see you… back… here… again?" Usagi's brow furrowed when she saw five young men standing at the doorstep, snow nestled in their hair. "Yes, how may I help you?"
"Hi, uh, are Haruka and Michiru available?" a polite blond haired blue-eyed man stepped forward.
"No, they are out at dinner," Usagi replied curtly.
"Out? They have not been out of this house for nearly two years!" the blond's eyes grew wide.
"I sent them out. May I ask who you are?" Usagi's cold calculating eyes regarded him.
"I am Quatre Winner, Haruka's sister," Quatre gave a slight bow. Usagi responded with a nod.
"I'm Duo Maxwell," The boy with the cobalt eyes and long brown hair, which was pulled back in a single braid, stepped forward, offering a hand to shake. Usagi looked at it before turning to the next boy. His name was Trowa Barton and he had honey brown hair and mysterious emerald eyes, one of which was hidden by a uni-bang. The next one was named Wufei Chang and he seemed to be of Chinese origin, with glittering obsidian eyes and silky black hair that was pulled back into a painful, tight ponytail. The last one was Heero Yui, who had arctic blue eyes and messy chocolate hair.
"I believe you are the guests Haruka was expecting?" Usagi pressed. Quatre nodded a polite smile on his face. "Well, come on in. Where is your luggage?"
"We can carry our own," Quatre replied. Usagi shook her heads.
"No, my friend and I will do so," Usagi ushered all five into the wind and water senshi's home. "Mr. Wilson, will you keep these boys company while I put away their things?"
One of the butlers appeared immediately and nodded at the princess of the moon. "Yes, ma'am, of course. Miss Haruka and Miss Michiru have just called. They are on their way."
"Already?" Usagi frowned. "I thought they were going to a restaurant. It certainly takes longer than this to be served and to eat!"
"They were worried about you, ma'am."
"Me? Why?" Usagi's face portrayed her puzzlement. It dawned on her that they probably heard of her quarrel with Setsuna via telepathy. "Ah, of course. You should have told them that there is no need for their worry. I am fine. Oh well. Lead these men to the nearest salon, please. Makoto!" Usagi called out as she headed to the steps. Her voice was warm as she called out to one of her close friends, unlike the cold exterior she had put up for the guests. "Come here, I need your help!"
"Yeah, I'm coming!" Makoto replied. She stood from Rei's bed, fixing her hair quickly and rushing down the stairs, two at a time. "What happened?"
"We get to carry bags," Usagi replied simply, motioning at the boys standing behind her. Makoto's jaw immediately dropped. Usagi could just imagine Makoto's eyes become hearts.
"Who are they," Makoto's voice was dreamy and breathy. Usagi rolled her eyes.
"Come on, Juliet, I'll introduce you to them later," Usagi balanced a duffel bag on her shoulders before picking up two heavy suitcases. The boys gaped at her.
"Let us take our own bags," Quatre offered once again, and Usagi shook her head.
"Certainly not. You are guests; it is expected of us to do this," Usagi called over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs. That's when she realized she didn't know where to put them. Makoto followed close behind, the last two suitcases in her hands. "Mako-chan, where do these go?"
"I have no clue. Ask one of the maids," Makoto grunted. The suitcases were very heavy. She glanced at Usagi with surprise. There was no way Usagi couldn't feel the strain from those bigger suitcases. And yet, the perfected girl showed no signs of drudgery. Shrugging, Makoto followed Usagi up the stairs and into a bedroom across from their own. It had five beds and the decorations were exactly the same as the other room –except that silver and black was used instead of gold and burgundy.
"Oh look, I found it on my own!" for a second, Usagi returned to her innocent, cheery past, but as quick as it came, it left. "That was easy. I expect that this hallway consists of guest rooms."
"Yeah, I guess so," Makoto smiled. "So, Usagi, who are the hotties? They remind me of-"
"–your old boyfriend?" Usagi finished the sentence for Makoto, eyes twinkling.
"Yeah, how'd you know!" Makoto grinned.
"I remember what you'd do whenever you saw a hot guy. I haven't forgotten everything, you know."
This caused Makoto to laugh heartily, and to her surprise, Usagi joined in. They descended the stairs in this manner, but Usagi tripped in the middle of her descent. Yes, she was trained to be perfect, but she was stubborn to not become what they wanted her to. This lead to a mixture of the ultimate grace and undeniable clumsiness, but the latter occurred only when she wasn't focusing on her actions. And, caught up with the warm feeling of laughter, she wasn't focusing. Thus leading to her downfall. She shrieked as she flew down the stairs, slamming into a few and skipping others. She braced herself for a hard landing, but was surprised when she fell on a warm body instead. The owner of the body grunted loudly. Usagi scrambled up, apologizing.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to fall on you!" Usagi's eyes grew wide when she stared into amethyst orbs. She recognized the guy, from seemingly so long ago.
FB
Red light flashed everywhere as Doctor Evans rushed her out of her bed. Soldiers ran down the hallways, rushing everywhere. Usagi tried to make good of this opportunity and ran for the nearest exit, her heart booming wildly. Curses and threats ran out as blasts and explosions bursted around her. Shots were thrown blindly though Usagi managed to dodge the bullets. Her focus was now changed to saving her senshi. She ran towards their room and found it empty; there was nothing there. Desolate thoughts ran across her mind like wildfire and she shoved them out of her head. She was once again running towards the exit of this horrendous building with terrifying events inside. She couldn't stop running and soon, her breaths burned her lungs and her muscles strained from all the pressure. She met someone whose face was covered and the shield around his eyes slipped free. He had the most amazing and captivating eyes she'd ever seen. They were the most gorgeous shade of dark blue, almost purple, and they held utter seriousness in them, although she could tell they'd normally be cheerful and happy.
"Please, help me!" Usagi begged; she could tell he wasn't an Oz officer by the way he looked at her. "Get me out of here!"
"Get out of my way," he replied coldly before pulling out a gun and shooting her leg. Usagi cried out as she fell and pain radiated from her spurting wound.
"How could you be so wicked?" Usagi screamed as he ran away. She clutched her leg; her attempt as escape was now rendered useless. She wouldn't be able to run away now. It was his entire fault. Tears almost sprang to her eyes as Dr. Evans found her and gave a malignant grin.
End FB
"It's ok," Duo took Usagi's hand and was hauled to his feet.
"Oh, did I hurt you? I'm sorry for landing on you, I guess I tripped," Usagi ended her apologies and Duo offered a smile.
"I'm just happy I could break your fall so that you didn't get hurt," Duo replied. He dusted himself off and the doorbell suddenly rang. Usagi hurried to the door and opened it, revealing Haruka and Michiru.
"They're back," Haruka said in a low voice.
"You mean your powers?" Usagi whispered back.
"Yes, that too, but those who kidnapped you. They're looking for you."
"What? Wait, tell me everything. When? How do you know?"
"They came barging into the restaurant. Apparently, they got a hold of us and they knew that we knew you. We got it back after we were trying to fend them off from the restaurant."
"You're hurt!" Usagi's gaze flew down to the arm of Haruka's dress shirt. It was torn and bloody. Michiru's beautiful face was marred with scratches and a bruise was forming on her collarbone.
"Don't worry, Koneko, we're fine," Haruka sighed.
"Let me. Come to my room," Usagi urged. Haruka shook her head.
"They're just small wounds."
"Haruka? What happened?" the one name Quatre came into view, a worried look on his face. "Who did this?"
"Nothing, you guys go to your rooms. It's the Star Room. I'll take care of this." Haruka replied firmly. Her eyes flashed dangerously. "Those bastards won't get her again."
"Who?" Quatre demanded curiously. Usagi turned her face away, a sad frown on her face. It was her they were after. She was what they were looking for.
"None of your business, now get your ass upstairs and settle in!" Haruka growled.
"Haruka, it's not your fault," Usagi whispered. "You know it would've happened anyways."
"Yes, it is. You know where I was that day? At a club, getting drunk. I should have been with…"
"No, it's not your duty. It's no one's duty. I'm such a pain in the ass. Maybe it would be best if you all took a break from me. You know I can take care of myself."
"No, never. You are never a burden. Rather, we are the burden on you. I see how you try to be happy and perfect for us. But come, let us stop talking of this sorrow, and we can have a snack."
Usagi sighed. She let Haruka go upstairs to change, along with Michiru and the guests, and led Makoto to the kitchen.
"Usagi, you know, Haruka's right," Makoto said slowly. "We never saw you as a burden. You are our friend and greatest treasure. You are pure and will be so forever."
Usagi snorted, crossing her arms as she leaned on the door frame. "Whatever."
"Oh, come on," Makoto whined. "Lighten up!"
"Psh, that's for weaklings like you!" Usagi retorted. Makoto's right eye began to twitch.
"Say what?"
"I said -"
"I heard what you said," Makoto snapped. Her twitch was getting worse. "And I'm not weak!"
"Weakling," Usagi said softly, taunting the Amazon demi-goddess.
"Don't say that," Makoto growled.
"Weakling," Usagi replied firmly. Makoto lunged for the princess, before tackling her down and tickling her. Usagi howled with laughter; she was still ticklish.
"Stop!" Usagi gasped out. She kicked Makoto off of her and flipped herself upright. She was gasping for breath. Her eyes glittered with mirth and happiness. The brunette always knew how to cheer her up. She grinned when Makoto placed a plate of steaming chocolate chip cookies in front of her. She had a feeling that reverting back to her old self perhaps wouldn't be so bad.
It's been a while, huh? I'm really sorry to say that this story might be on an infinite hiatus and that this MIGHT be the last chapter you guys get to see. Maybe I'll change my mind later, but I'm trying to focus on my other stories for now. Thank you all for your support. I enjoyed your reviews and feed-back and am eternally grateful. Just remember that I love you all, and just watch out cause I may just decide to write just one more chapter.