Chapter 17
by MG
Don't own sm…
AN: Almost there. 2 more chapters and then we'll be right back where I left off when I took the story off the first time. :0)
It was later in the morning when Mamoru awoke once more and was not surprised to see the spot where she had lain vacant. He sighed as he arose quickly and went to her bathroom to take a shower.
He leaned his head back as fat droplets dripped down his face, matting his hair to his head, his mind filled with the several rendezvous they engaged in. He passed his fingers through wet hair; Usagi had the sexual appetite of a lion on the prowl. He was surprised he even had the energy to get up in the morning. He could still feel her hands passing along his body; he pressed his hands firmly against the shower walls, attempting to shake his mind of her.
He counted. 1…Don't!…3…Stay!…5…shit…7…go down…9…Fuck. He sighed. A longer shower he would need. He turned the water to cold and full blast. Perhaps later he had better go down to his office and see if he had any business to attend to before visiting her at hers; he needed to know the details of wherever it is they were going tonight. Hell, who was he kidding, he just wanted to see her.
~*~
When he walked into her office later that afternoon, he was a little shocked to find her standing in front of her desk, her mouth slanted over her secretary's neck, drinking greedily. She had taken note of his presence, but continued to drink anyway.
"Only you." He began, slowly approaching her. "Would hire secretary's for lunch." He shook his head from side to side as she released the woman, only to let her drop to the floor with a thud. She wiped the trickle of blood from the side of her mouth. "I had thought it odd that you had a new secretary every time that I came to see you...I should have known."
"Is there something you need?" She inquired irritatingly.
"Very clever, it's not like they die completely anyway." He continued, ignoring her previous statement. "Tomorrow they'll wake up and continue their life, only...it will be as a vampire."
"I don't remember inviting you here." He pressed his body against her, his hands on each side of her body holding onto the desk; his wolf sense allowed him to feel the heat rising from her.
"When did you get the desk?"
"Do you always tip toe around the question at hand?" She turned her head annoyed, choosing not to look into his eyes.
"Who said I was tiptoeing?" He brought his knee up between her legs and moved it rhythmically.
"Mmmm...down boy." She commanded, her tongue darting out to coat her parched lips.
"I tried that this morning…not even a cold shower could knock him out."
"He's just a little greedy if you ask me, I believe mommy fed you more than enough to keep you satisfied."
"You know what they say." He murmured appreciatively. "It keeps going..." He looked over her body darkly. "…and going." With the agility of a sleek panther he brought out his tongue to pass a quick lick up the side of her neck. She turned quickly with a moan; his eyes had taken on a stormy appearance.
"Serenity everything is-" Mamoru cursed beneath his breath as Diamond's harsh voice cut into the room; she immediately pushed him away. "…as you requested."
"The limo?"
"It's downstairs."
"Since you're here Mamoru, you may also escort me to the gala as well."
"We do not need him." Diamond scowled.
"It is I, whom decides who we need and do not need." She turned hard eyes towards him, her arms crossing over her chest. "You lose your tongue Diamond and sometimes you forget your place...I suggest that you remember it clearly---It is not my wish to do away with one of my most trusted servants, but if it serves for my purpose I will do what I must." She turned back towards Mamoru with a different light in her eyes. "I believe I have a tuxedo your size on another floor, come, I think I can, 'accommodate', you---and Diamond."
"Serenity."
"You know what to do with the body." He cursed as they left him to stand-alone in the room. He did not miss the hidden meaning in those words Serenity had spoken to Mamoru; he spat a vehement string of curse words through clenched teeth.
"Just wait Endymion…."
~*~
Nephrite sighed as he traced lazy patterns over Makoto's bare shoulder repeatedly; he knew he had a big decision to make, a decision that would no doubt change everything. He slipped his fingers through her hair, and curled the ends of it around his fingers. He didn't want to awake her, but knew it had to be done; he placed a gentle kiss on her temple.
"Wake up my love."
"Hmmm." She sighed, rubbing her nude body over his length as she curled her head into the crook of his. He chuckled at her antics, his hand caressing her bare back before flipping them so that he was on top. Her brown eyes sparkled as she looked playfully up at him before reaching up to nibble on the lobe of his ear.
"Mako." He moaned. He could feel her leg bending at the knee to rub his groin.
"Hmmm?"
"As much as I would like to continue this...I must speak with you." He rasped when he felt her grab for him. He took the offending arm and joined it with the other to successfully pin her to the bed. "This is important." She sighed before relaxing her body.
"What did Robert tell you?" She whispered. He released her arms and she brought them around his neck, his hand absentmindedly caressing her thigh.
"He told me...he told me that I am a danger to this mission." He pulled her closer to him, so that her body fit perfectly into his. "I know that we agreed that we would never allow this to happen, but...I am afraid of the consequences, if I do not do this. I do not...I do not want you to have to kill me Mako, and I do not want her to use my body to kill you or anyone else." He sighed when she looked away from him and towards the ceiling.
"Nephrite...what-what about the necklace. It saved you before, it can save you again."
"It saved me because she was caught off guard, she will be prepared next time. She has found a way to negate the effects of the necklace for just as long as it takes to …to have me...it only, it only draws of her energy and slowly poisons her...she has figured a way to tap into a endless supply of energy...if we do not act fast, she will try and reach me again...I do not-I do not know if I will have the power to fight her."
"If you become one of them-" She whispered. "Then where will that leave us? It will make us hypocrites."
"If we do this, we can fight them better my love...we can-we will be stronger."
"What is it worth if we are just like them!" She spat vehemently before turning away from him. "You know why I do not want you to do this, but yet you continue to try and change my mind...why do I feel as if you have already made up yours?"
"Mako I...I love you...and I...I do not want anything to happen to you...are you saying that if I did this that you would turn away from me?" He voice cracked, he was scared of what she would say. There was silence for a moment before he spoke once again. "Answer me." His body became taught, his breathing ceasing.
Silence.
"Makoto?"
"Yes." She rasped.
"You are being unreasonable."
"No! You are being unreasonable."
"This is the only way!"
"There is always another way---You taught me that."
"Why is it that you can not understand why I must do this?" He voice boomed with anger. "Do you know what it is like to be helpless while someone takes advantage of you!"
"Yes...I do." He sighed frustrated; he hadn't meant to bring up the past.
"And yet you still do not agree...you of all people should-"
"You do not fight the enemy by becoming like them."
"It is very easy for you to say...you did not---you were not the one who was violated---she." He could feel his voice cracking; inside he was burning with pain. "She took from me---"
"Do not say it."
"Makoto...you can not do this, you can not---you can not hide what happened to me and pretend as if it did not happen."
"And what about me? Is not my reason sound enough?" She sighed. "I can talk with them, I can easily pretend that I do not hate them." She murmured. "But I refuse to be, with one of them."
"Do I not matter to you at all?" He raged. "She---"
"I do not want to talk about it." She interrupted.
"But I do!"
"Do not do this-"
"She FUCKED ME!" He grabbed her shoulders and shook her, forcing her to look at him. Crack! The tears were streaming down her face even as she stared at her hand shocked.
"My mother sold me like a whore to them...they violated me for ten years before I finally got free...TEN years..." She brought the back of her hand up to wipe the fallen tears. "And now the one I love wants to be something I despise...I can not...be with you...if you do this."
"Makoto I--" He looked away from her, swallowing hard before he continued. "I love you...with all of my heart—and...if this is what it takes--for me to protect you--then...so be it." He arose from the bed then, not looking back, and put on his clothes, before walking out. When he was gone, she held her pillow tight to her and cried.
~*~
Hard midnight blue.
Stormy silver violet.
The two men stared each other down from across the limo.
"Gentlemen, you will not ruin this for me; so I trust that you will behave upon our arrival." Mamoru clenched his teeth, his hand gripping the velvety space between him and Usagi.
"You did not succeed in making the fighter an assassin." Diamond stated.
"I am very well aware of what I did and did not do." She looked out the window, not even giving him the respect of looking her eye to eye.
"No disrespect, but I only state this because you have made no further attempts—"
"I know my Uncle well enough to know that he will change him, our chance to complete this task is lost. But nonetheless, we continue with the next part of the plan." When the limo came to a halt she turned towards them both. "Play nice." She turned back towards the door just as the limo driver opened it for her to come out.
~*~
"Prime Minister...are we enjoying ourselves?" She smiled dazzlingly as she approached where he stood with another woman with long wavy red hair pulled back in the traditional odango style.
"Tsukino Usagi." He smiled. "I must say that you have planned a delightful affair."
"Thank-you Prime Minister." She replied. "I would like you to meet my Escort Mamoru Chiba and my Associate Diamond Lawfields."
"A pleasure gentleman." He smiled with a shake of the hand. "May I present my daughter, Kakyuu."
"It is very nice to meet you." She bowed, her hands clasped together.
"Like wise." Mamoru replied, giving her the customary bow.
"A real pleasure." She licked her lips as Diamond spoke huskily to her, lifting her hand to his lips.
"Prime Minister-"
"Please, call me Gyuru."
"Gyuru, do you mind if we talk for a moment, I have some matters that I would like to speak with you about."
"Certainly Usagi-san."
~*~
Usagi returned from her short rendezvous to find Mamoru engaging in light conversation with Kakyuu. She eyed the woman with obvious disdain and was about to approach them when Diamond stopped her.
"Serenity."
"Make this quick." Her hands clenched as she watched him laugh at something the other woman had said.
"I want her."
"Kakyuu?" She loosened her fingers, pausing to think over what he was asking. If she granted him what he asked, she would finally have something to keep his attention away from herself.
"Yes, give her to me."
"And if I do this...it will not interfere?"
"This I promise."
"Have her, she's yours..." He was about to step away when she stopped him midstep. "Diamond."
"Serenity?"
"Don't let sweet pussy fuck with your head and mess with this mission understood?" The words left her lips so sullenly, and calm that anyone else whom was watching them would have assumed they were talking about the weather. With narrow eyes she surveyed the woman from afar, for some reason unknown, she felt that she shouldn't trust this union. The only reason, for which she had agreed, was that it would be something to temporarily keep Diamond off her back while she took care of business.
"Of course."
"And after tonight, if all goes well, we settle small matters in two days, and then everyone is to dissipate until the reconvening understand."
"Understood."
"Dismissed."
~*~
Jadeite watched from his place on the bed as their baby suckled from Rei's breast.
He had a daughter.
It's funny how life worked. How many years had they tried unsuccessfully to have a baby, and the one time when it seemed the very wrong time, that's when it happened. The almighty must really have some major things in mind to do this to him. In the midst of the troubled storm, he now had a daughter and wife to protect.
He winced when Rei squeezed his hand hard. They discovered that babies that were born vampire did not drink milk alone, the breast had to be punctured so that they could get a taste of both worlds; so basically, they were all born with two small front canines.
According to Rei, it hurt like hell.
When the baby had finished she picked her up and placed her over her shoulder. Jadeite took a warm wet cloth to wipe at the blood and milk that was draining from her breast; he held it in place until the flowing stopped.
"How you feeling?"
"Drained." She sighed. "Little Alexandria is slightly overwhelming." He smiled as he smoothed his hand over the golden down of her head. "She looks like you ya know."
"Strong genes." He chuckled.
"Sometimes I swear up and down that I didn't carry this baby...she looks so much like you that it looks like you did all the work."
"Like I said, strong genes...and besides...I did do all the work." She elbowed him hard in the ribs and he laughed harder before looking at his daughter with a sigh. "I never thought I'd love anything as much as I love you."
"A poet now are we?" She smiled, placing the baby in his arms when she let out a small burp. "Your father's nothing but a big flirt." She said to her with the tap of her finger on her small nose. "When you get older sweetheart, I want you to stay away from guys like him."
"Hey! What's the matter with guys like me?" He grinned broadly as he held the baby before him. "I'm doing pretty damn well for a guy you keep assuming had a reputation."
"No, you're just real damn lucky is all."
"Oh please, my flirting is what got you." He glanced towards Alex with a stern look. "Don't worry babe, I'll tell you just the kind of guys you need to look out for and just the kind of guys you need to meet…guys like me mostly."
"Oh please, don't make me throw up." She giggled. "The only reason you got me is because I felt sorry for-"
"Sorry for interrupting." Malachite smiled as he looked towards the two sitting on the bed in the corner of the room. "But I thought you would like to be there when we talk to the child."
"Of course, I will be out in a moment." Malachite gave them a wistful look before turning around and leaving them alone.
"If I didn't know better, I would think the man was dying or something...he talks as if he will never be around again."
~*~
His body was pulsating, heated, and definitely ready, for her. He passed his hands all along her waist, moving rhythmically against her as she moved rhythmically against him. Her body was wild, erratic, uncontrolled, yet tame. If she weren't trying to purposely excite him, he wouldn't know what to think. She bent her body backwards, her leg caressing his outside thigh, curling smoothly against it. He gripped her thigh, bringing her in close contact with his groin. With his hand on the lower curve of her back, he brought her up to meet him, until the point in which they were so close they were nose to nose.
"So...why are we here?" He whispered.
"Like I said...business." He reached over smoothly and began to nibble on her neck.
"Why...does business...feel like...erratic pleasure?" He groaned as she continued to move against him.
"Because...sometimes business...is…erratic pleasure." She licked her lips and bit her tongue to keep from screaming. Why did all her rendezvous with him always lead to one place or thing…Hell, like she was really one to complain.
"I'm hot...let's take a seat." She was slightly shocked when he stopped dancing, pulling her by the hand to an empty table. When she had moved to sit in another chair, he pulled her into his lap.
"I can not hear you from over there...the club is too loud." He smiled; she knew it was a weak excuse for him to continue touching her, not that she minded in the least. With Mamoru, even just a little tease was a promise of something a lot more glorious later. "So...who is your friend?" His voice was dark and husky in her ear, his hands rubbing against her thigh, right below the cut of her scandalously short white dress. He placed a careful butterfly kiss on her bare shoulder, his other arm going round her waist to keep her there.
"Gyuru." She whispered, her eyes narrow and hazy; she could feel his hands slipping beneath the cut of the dress, the table covering exactly what he was doing.
"We just saw Gyuru."
"He's here...with one of my female servants." She replied silkily.
"Hmmm...isn't Gyuru a married man?" He chuckled at her antics.
"Yes."
"So, I guess the question is, for what reason, do you need Gyuru's, cooperation?"
"Mmmm...my secret." She smiled sensually.
"What are you up to, little rabbit?"
"If I told you...it wouldn't be a secret...now would it?" He pushed her off of him to stand before his chair and looked up to her with a malicious grin, his hands caressing her thighs once more; he placed a soft kiss right beneath her belly, and over the cloth of her dress.
"Enough games and teasing huh?" He paused for a moment before continuing. "Let's dance---and I don't mean vertically."
~*~
As soon as they had reached outside, he cursed himself for forgetting about the full moon. He looked towards a pale Usagi and knew exactly what was happening before it even begun. It was easy to say he wished ill on her with every full moon, but to be there to witness it…was a whole other matter. He watched as his car sped up to the front door of the club, one of his servants stepping out.
"Your car, as you requested Master." He replied with a bow. Without regarding the man and giving him so much as a greeting, Mamoru opened the side door and strapped Usagi in before slamming the door behind and racing towards the other side. A soon as he could manage, he revved up the car and was off.
~*~
She squirmed in his arms, clutching tightly to the collar of his shirt as he hurriedly carried her into the doors of his mansion. He was met in the foyer by one of his servants.
"Sire." He bowed.
"Make sure that everyone receives orders that I am not to be disturbed."
"Yes m'lord." He disappeared in a blur and reappeared at his bedroom door. He opened it quickly and shut it behind him. He deposited Usagi on the bed, before stripping her of her clothes. Her body was hot, no, feverish. He knew that it would only get worse before it got better.
"It hurts." She whispered with hazy eyes; her eyes drooped some, losing focus, before reopening once more.
"Damnit Usagi, stay with me, stay with me." He chanted as he quickly stripped himself. He had to give her something to focus on; it was too late to show her how to change, but if he could get her to focus on something else, perhaps she would be all right. Seeing her like this slightly frightened him, he knew of there being pain when a wolf didn't transform on the night of a full moon, but he had never seen it as intense as the ailments she was going through.
He moved her higher up the bed even as her lower body began to thrust and jerk uncontrollably; he was surprised at how quickly her body became moist. When he lay her down so that she was on her back, with his body over her, she screamed in pain, her nails gripping his back and tearing his skin; he clenched his teeth as he felt the droplets of blood begin to slither down his back. Her body had somewhat changed in response to the full moon already; those were not the nails of a woman, but the nails of a wolf. He knew however, that the change would never continue any further than simple changing of nails, and perhaps later even her eyes.
"It's cold…cold…" Her eyes were vacant as she pulled his body to hers for warmth, yet her skin was so heated he almost felt burned by it.
"Usagi…look at me." He slipped his fingers into damp hair with both of his hands and cupped the back of her head so that she would have nowhere else to look but at him. "You're not going to change, you hear me?" He continued hoarsely as she fought to turn her head away. "No! Look at me!" She closed her eyes tightly, her body beginning to convulse and shiver. "No! Look at me Usagi! Look at me Damnit!" She opened her eyes, her brilliant green irises showing through; the moment was so rousing that he had to shut his own. He opened them once more to look down upon her with dark green yellow orbs as her body shivered in even greater measures, her breathing quickening as she gasped for air. "Focus baby…just look at me…DON'T--look at anything else." He realized that he was everything short of telling her exactly what he felt, but didn't care; she probably would not remember it the morning. Her lips trembled as she fought to speak.
"C-c-cold…c-cold." He suddenly realized what was happening; she was reacting to his carnal desires. Not the desires of a man, but the desires of a wolf, and they were always greatest on the night of the full moon. He knew he could not satisfy exactly what she needed, but perhaps he could replace that desire with something else.
He thrust into her.
As if it was exactly what she had needed to survive, her body clung to him, legs wrapped tightly around his lower body, arms gripping his back. Her body arched into him roughly of it's own accord, bringing him even further into her. He closed his eyes and stilled his body, stopping himself from finishing the act to soon. When he opened his eyes once more, she stared back at him with an assuredness of something.
"N-n-gasp-n-need…y-y-you." She whispered. At that moment, he knew he couldn't hold back anymore. He whispered the words he had always wanted to say.
"Love…you." She cried out when he pulled away from her and then pushed his way back to the hilt in her, her body convulsing and arching from the strength in his movements. They continued this rhythm repeatedly, her arching, him driving, their eyes never parting, as he chanted his words of unrequited love through the night.
~*~
"So...when shall we begin?" Makoto asked impatiently.
"You can not force her to prophesy...do not worry, in time, it will come." Michiru replied.
"What news do you think she will tell us?" Jadeite inquired.
"I do not know...something that will help, no doubt." She continued as they all watched where Hotaru sat quietly, playing with her dolls.
"How will we know she is ready...will she tell us?" Malachite eyed the child carefully; she looked so innocent and small...no, frail was a better word.
"You will know..." Haruka paused, deciding to take up the task of explaining. "The air around us will change...it will be as if someone else is with us, yet they are not."
"I see." He pulled Minako into his arms, settling her perfectly into his lap. He rubbed his hand over her extended belly. "In what tongue shall she speak?"
"The tongue of the ancients." Haruka replied. "Michiru will write the words and translate later."
"Would not we lose some meaning in the trans-" Nephrite stilled his words when he felt a chilled wind pass through the room; it circled for a moment, before going towards the child. Her hair flew up gently, floating in the breeze, her eyes glowing brilliantly. It felt as if someone had walked into the room amongst them...a friendly spirit.
And then everything ceased.
They all looked towards her; the wind had come and gone so quickly it felt as if they were in some sort of vacuum that had gone wrong. For a moment, some assumed that it had been a false alarm.
But then she spoke.
"Shak thai suth betankia." Her voice changed from that of a child to a gentlewoman. They watched as she stood up slowly, before a great burst of wind and light circled round her body like cyclone, concealing her from their view. When the cyclone had subsided, before them stood a tall beautiful woman, with wise deep violet eyes. Her hair was a deep black violet that shimmered and cascaded down to the floor and formed a lustrous pool around her. Her body was formed in a long violet gown that shown brilliantly, its length flowing down like the length of her hair, upper arms encased in silver bracelets.
She smiled at them.
"Seth kai contro." She began. "Alpha and Omega...beginning and end."
"I thought you said we would not understand?" Malachite whispered.
"It is what I expected...but then, she has never turned into a woman either." Haruka whispered back.
"Enough..." She spoke, ceasing their conversation. "There is still much to learn." She paused, her voice like a melodious song, before continuing. "What is wrong, must be made right. Those who have been done wrong, must receive mercy. Those who have wronged, must receive justice. Many things have been flawed by those who one would assume to be truthful, but they will receive their fill...She will bring darkness from the light, but things are still not what they seem."
"How is it that we are to proceed from here?" Michiru inquired softly.
"The love of the first shall bring about a cataclysmic change that will bring about the rightful end to all that we see."
"The first what?"
"The first...taste…you must be on your guard of it…use the power of red to enter the city, it is the only way…Remember, nothing is as it seems…to forgive is to show the power of love and it's ability to conquer over evil. Watch for the four phases of prophecy…the reign of terror, reign of peace, the bringing of darkness from light, and the time of death's truth."
"The first taste? What does it mean? To forgive who-" His words were cut off as she disappeared quickly in the way in which she came, to leave Hotaru lying on the floor, fast asleep. "What does she mean?"
"First taste." Michuru whispered. "I believe she means…her sire."
"Richard." Minako choked out.
"I do not understand." Nephrite replied.
"It means…our fate, is based on our ability to find the first person she ever drank of, a boy that has been dead for over hundreds of years." Minako finished.