Closer to Heaven
By: Princess Ashley
This story is based off of a movie called '28 days', and if you like this story or can relate to it, then I think you would really like that movie. It's about drug abuse and what that can do to a person. It's got Sandra Bullock and Viggo Mortenson in it, and those are two of my most favorite actors, besides Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, Mike Myers, and Jim Carrey.
But more to the subject. Usagi is a alcoholic, and after drunk driving and crashing, she ends up in rehab, a treatment center for people who are addicted to drugs and alcohol. She meets people there who are willing to help her, and falls in love with a patient like herself (this part was not in the movie, which was a complete rip because Eddie and Gwen SHOULD have ended up together. But that's just my opinion.) There is a lot of other characters but you'll find out about them later.
Well, that should do it. Now for all the other crap.
Disclaimer:(I hate these. They get me so depressed.): I don't own Sailor Moon or Dragon Ball Z, I'm simply borrowing them and will give them back as soon as the story is over. No profits are being made off this story, though I am doing it for a friend and NO she is not paying me.
Warnings: AU (alternate universe) Drug abuse, Heavy swearing (Hi Kids!), Implied Sex, and Disturbing comments. NO SLASH OR FEMSLASH. Severe OOC.
Parings: Trunks/Usagi, Vegeta/Bulma, Makoto/Gohan, among other pairings.
Anime: DragonballZ/Sailor Moon
Now that we've got all that cleared up, let's get on with the story, okay? Please fasten your seatbeats, all drinks in the cup holders, popcorn and candy on the tray to your left. No smoking, no alcoholic beverages, and no drugs at all. This story is to teach ya'll a lesson, not to encourage you. Please remain seated and enjoy the show!
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:Chapter 1: You're sending me where!?
*Flashback *
There was music loud enough to blow everyone's eardrums out. But it didn't really matter right now that everyone's ears were numb and their eyesight was already hazy due to the severe overdose of alcohol and drugs they already had that night. And as always, one girl was always the life of the party on Friday nights, the night when 'you got paid and you got laid.'
Usagi laughed maniacally, a bottle of booze in her hand, laughing away as a few other drunks started pulling stupid moves and started unbuttoning their shirts, letting the others know they were in for a long night. Usagi whirled around, her short black dress coming high up on her thighs. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!" She chanted, taking another shot from her booze bottle. Her face was red, and she fell against a topless man, he caught her, running a greasy hand up her legs. She laughed, and threw her arms behind her, pulled the man closer. He had his hand all the way up her thighs and now pulling on the black thong straps she wore, trying to pull it down. She laughed some more as he kissed her neck, her mind was dazed and her eyes were hazy as she was pulled into one of the back doors where the bedrooms were. He picked her up with one arm behind her back and the other under her knees as she stumbled to walk, still drinking from the bottle. He was stumbling himself, and he hit her legs and head against the wall as he staggered to get her into the room.
Usagi was getting dizzy, her mind not thinking straight. She didn't notice when he laid her on the bed as she took another shot. She didn't notice when he ripped open her dress, throwing it onto the tacky green colored carpet. She didn't feel it when he slipped into her. But she felt it the next day when she got 'that' feeling in her stomach.
"Oh my god!" She yelled, coming back from the bathroom, the naked man in the bed, still asleep. "Damn it," she whispered, picking up the ripped dress on the ground. She was supposed to have had her son and daughter over the previous night. 'Mamoru is going to kill me.' She thought, taking the man's shirt and pants and throwing it on over her quickly, picking up her purse she had dropped the other night, and quickly made her way to her car, floundering about from the hang over.
She came to her car, unlocking it and slipping inside, and then heading straight down towards the high way. 'Great. My friends abandon me, now I can barely see the road. I was supposed to have my daughter last night, Mamoru is going to give me a tongue lashing, and I'm stuck waking up naked with a guy I didn't even know. Wow, déjà vu.'
She picked up her cell phone from the inside of her purse. And there was one line across her cell phone screen. 'Chibi-Usa's birthday!!! ~Mamoru.
She looked up. 'Oh no! Usa's birthday!' She cut across the right lane to get off the highway, causing a lot of honking and angry yells following her car when she streaked past the red light.
'Okie dokie, toy store, toy store, toy store.' She looked around the outlet mall from her car as she drove around, barely missing a couple cars. She looked around, and then she saw a 'Annie's Toy Chest' a few stores down. She put her foot down on the gas without realizing it and then ran smack straight into another car that was coming out of the intersection.
Usagi's head smacked into the steering wheel, knocking herself out, the horn letting out one long loud blow.
*End Flashback *
Usagi pulled her sunglasses over her face, taking out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, and lighting one up, taking it away from her mouth to look out the window of the cab. Her driver's license had been stripped from her along with her rights to hold custody of her daughter. She had realized that Mamoru had taken Usa and Paris into permanent custody. So not only was she not allowed to see her son or daughter any longer, she was also not allowed to drive, or drink in general. And to make sure that she obeyed the suit that had been held against her, she had been sent to rehab in the middle of the country, as opposed to going to jail for almost killing a man and wife, along with their 2 year old son who was in the back seat of the car.
*Flashback *
Usagi woke up in the middle of a hospital bed. Her head hurt like crazy and her whole body was numb, immobilizing her from moving at all. She looked to her left finding bars at the window. Confused, she turned to her right to find a silhouette in the chair next to her.
As she starred at it longer, her vision began to clear up, she recognized her ex-husband in the chair, a hand to his chin, and starring intensely at the door at the other side of the room. He looked tense, and angry. Which was a bit odd. Here she was in a hospital bed, she would have expected that he would be just a 'tad' worried.
"Yo, Mamoru." She said, getting his attention.
His arm fell to his lap, turning to look at her with an exasperated look on his face. "So you finally decided to wake up?" He said, as if it was her choice when to wake up.
She could tell he was angry, and his tone was annoyed. She guess it was about Usa, so she decided to try and sit up against the head board and try to make up some sort of excuse.
"Look, if this is about Paris and Usa, I'm really sorry, Mamoru. But there was a lot of traffic and my friend called me to tell me that she needed my help with something and it was urgent so I couldn't let her down and I tried to call but.." Mamoru interrupted her chain of excuses when he held up the clothing that she had been wearing when she was in the wreck. The man's clothing.
"Was she asking you to model Men's ensembles?" He pulled out a wallet and made her look at the ID in the wallet. "For a man named 'Rex Glenson'?" He asked, eyes mocking her. "You went to the party down in Tokyo didn't you? When you knew that the chances of you getting back to pick Paris and Usa up till the next morning were very slim? And even if you did, do you think I would have let you take them when you were drunk?"
Usagi stayed quiet, not having a word to defend herself, and her head hurt way to much to even try to think up another excuse.
"You have sex with this man didn't you?" He didn't need an answer. Why else would she have his clothes and the dress that she had been wearing last night was nowhere in sight?
He dropped the garments onto the floor and ran his hands through his hair, then put his fist to his lips, then he looked at her again.
"Usagi," he scoffed out her name, as if finding something funny about this whole situation. "You will never change, will you?" He looked at her, as if trying to see through her. "I thought that when I left you maybe you would come to your senses, but I guess that I really didn't matter that much to you after all. The only thing you care about is yourself, Usagi. And you don't even have the decency to go to someone for help."
"I'm fine, Mamoru. Nothing's wrong with me." She scoffed. "I can control myself, okay?"
"If you can control yourself, why do you always seem to find yourself waking up with a guy you don't even know, naked beside you?" Mamoru asked. "Honestly. I tried to help you, Usagi. I loved you even if you didn't love me. And when I figured that out, I tried to make this work, I tired to make this work because I didn't want Paris and Usa to grow up without a mother. Then I saw that you weren't a mother. You stuck them with a baby sitter and then took off to bars and had sex with random people every night, spending my money, and not doing anything to help yourself with your problem."
"I don't have a problem." She said, taking a pack of cigarettes from the clothing on the ground, and then taking a lighter to one of them. Mamoru grabbed it from her mouth and broke it in half, taking the pack and throwing it out the window. Usagi looked at him, stunned.
"That is your problem. You smoke, you drink, you take pills for everything. Usagi if you don't get some help, you're going to kill yourself." He said, for the first time in that conversation, saying something that actually indicated that he cared.
"I'm not having this conversation." She laid back in her bed, playing with the silver chain necklace around her neck.
Mamoru sat back and sighed, rubbing his temples. He finally let his hands fall to the arm rests before he said something that she had not seem coming.
"I went to my lawyer and we filed a suit saying that I want full custody of Paris and Usa." He said, looking like it pained him to be taking her only daughter away from her, but at the same time, letting his determination at keeping his daughter from being hurt by her mother.
Usagi turned to him, disbelief in her eyes, mouth hanging slightly open, hoping that he was just joking.
"The judge approved it yesterday. I get full custody of them, and you are being sent to rehab as soon as you find your feet." He got up out of the chair, and walked towards the door, hand on the knob. And he turned to take a look at her again. She was his ex-wife, and she was just as beautiful as she was when he first met her. But he was fooled into thinking she loved him, and he had proposed to her, and she accepted. He thought things were perfect, when they had Paris and Usa, and then she started bringing home pills, and started to smoke, and going out at night and not coming back till the next morning. She had the aura around her that lured people to her, but it was keeping them there that was a problem for her.
Usagi looked at him, tears forming behind her eyes, disbelief in them. She looked around, as if trying to find a way out, and then brought her eyes back to him. "Why are you doing this?" She asked, trying to find out why he was taking her child away from her.
He looked at her with sympathy in his eyes. "I can't stand by and watch you corrupt our daughter. She needs a mother that can teach her things, and you aren't around enough to even know what color her eyes are." She opened her mouth to protest, but then swallowed it, knowing that it was the truth. He sighed again, turning the knob on the door. "Usagi," she looked up. "You make it impossible to love you." And then he was gone, and Usagi swallowed back her tears, refusing to cry at his expense.
*End of Flashback *
So here she was, doomed to two months in rehab. As far as she knew, it was an institution that was far away from any civilization. They apparently didn't want their patients interacting with anyone outside the institution. What she knew was that she was only allowed a phone call for 15 minutes during hours. And, one thing she thought was terribly cruel; they chanted the Serenity Prayer at least once a day. There was a group she was assigned to. The whole group would do everything together, eat at the same table, do the required exercise routine; they were your support group, field trip buddies, and roomies. With the same sex of course. Oh, and no cell phones.
The cab pulled into what looked like a resort building next to the lake. And then she saw the sign. 'Kyoto Rehabilitation Center.' She saw circles of people holding hands and what looked like reciting something. Then she realized that they were chanting. But they were reciting the Serenity Prayer. They were reciting something you'd think you'd hear a team recite before a baseball game. 'You've got to kiddin me.' She thought as she looked disgustedly out the window, and then an attractive, slightly plump woman hurried up to the cab and opened the door. Usagi's eyes widened considerably and started pushing on the driver's seat. "C'mon man! Let's go! Get me outta here! Go!" She tried to get him to move but he let the woman bustle her out of the car, and then got out the car to get her bags out of the trunk.
"Hi, young lady. My name is Bulma, and you are?" She asked, taking out a clip board and took out a pen.
"Uh.Usagi. Usagi Tsukino." She said, looking at the center and listening to the chanting, becoming more depressed every moment.
"Uh hugh." The woman checked her name off. "Well, welcome, Usagi. You can call me by my first name, and I'm going to be your counselor. So if there's anything you need to talk to me about, or you need some company, my door's always open, you can come over whenever you feel like it." She smiled widely at Usagi, and Usagi could only smile back with fake enthusiasm. "Wow, you've got quite an attire there, Usagi." She stood back to look Usagi up and down.
Usagi wore a black tube top with silver sparkling lines running down it, stopping at different points, and tight blue jeans and black boots. She wore a black leather duster over top, and her hair was in it's usual unusual style, tied in buns and streamers on either side of her head.
Usagi picked up her suitcases and followed Bulma to the inside of the resort, receiving friendly, skeptical, and even suggestive looks from the other patients. Bulma took her into a room and she closed the door behind her.
"May I see your bags please?" Bulma said, and Usagi handed them to her, and she put them on a table, opening them and going through them, careful not to ruin the cloth's folds. Once she was satisfied with the suitcases, she turned to the make up bag and Usagi's purse. She ran a bar over the purse and make up bag, and it started to beep. Usagi guess it was a some kind of detector. Bulma turned the make up bag upside down, pouring out its contents. Lipstick, tampons, various cases of makeup and bottles of Usagi's medicine poured out of it. Bulma held up the medicine bottles and looked them over. She turned over the one-labeled 'Welbutrin' to Usagi. Usagi shrugged. "I have problems with my nervous system."
Bulma frowned when she found a metal flask in Usagi's purse. She also took Usagi's eyebrow curler; nail clippers, and nail polish remover, including the metal flask and the pills. Bulma put these items into a metal basket and put aside, and started putting Usagi's things back in her bags. "Those items will be returned to you at the end of two months, except of course for the pills and the flask, which will be thrown out." She then caught a glimpse of something. She walked over to Usagi, as if waiting for her to explain something. Usagi just shrugged, not knowing what she wanted her to do. Bulma held out her hand. "Hand it over." Her hand made a 'give it' gesture to her right pocket in her duster. Usagi realized what she meant. She sighed, and pulled out a carton of cigarettes and some Blow and gave it to Bulma. Bulma again made another hand gesture. Usagi made a sound of disbelief and took a bottle of pills from her jean pocket and gave it her.
Bulma smiled. "Good girl." She put those items with the other confiscated ones. She gave Usagi back her bags. "This way please." She opened the door and Usagi followed. She lead her to the stairway.
Usagi turned to see the elevator on the far left of the lobby. "Excuse me, miss? Wouldn't it be easier if we took the elevator?" She asked, feeling extremely pained by having to carry her own bags up the stairs with no help whatsoever from Bulma.
"Oh, no. You see, we have one patient who is kind of confined in that elevator. He seems to think that's the best place to hold a make out session with his girlfriend of the week. Sorry, going there would probably cause some emotional scares for the person seeing it. He gets a little out of control at times." Bulma said, shivering slightly, recalling her own encounter.
"Oh."
"And please, Usagi. Call me Bulma." She said, sweetly. And then she continued to climb, and Usagi followed. 'This place keeps getting weirder and weirder.' She thought.
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"This is your room, Usagi. We lock it after hours. Can't have sober patients running around the halls at night, can we? But if you need help after hours, there's a buzzer that will sound in my room and on my walkie- talkie if you need me. This is your room mate, Makoto."
Makoto was a pretty girl, slightly taller than Usagi. Her long wavy brown hair went to her waist. She had green eyes, and a seemingly mid evil, trashy outfit on, along with a green feather stuck upside down in her hair. She was hovering over a grocery bag of what looked to be a bunch of chocolate bars, and she was happily munching away on them. She looked up, shoving a Hershey bar into her mouth, and smiled at Usagi. Usagi could only raise an eyebrow.
"Makoto will help you with anything else you need to know, such as your support group, schedule, days you go to the gas station for sweets."
"Sweets?" Usagi asked.
"Only one soft drink a week, and as much candy as you want, with your own money of course. Patients find that the sweets seem to quench their need for drugs and alcohol and pills. You'll need to be downstairs for lunch in approximately 45 minutes. Call me if you need anything." Bulma gave one final smile, and then left.
Usagi turned to Makoto, who was currently scarfing down another Hershey bar. She then turned to put the bag on the edge of the dresser, and looked at Usagi, smiling.
"Hey. Do you watch Siete Utopia?"
"What?" Usagi asked, sounding like she thought the other girl was crazy.
"Siete Utopia. It's my soap. You don't get to watch TV during the day and I've missed it for the past week."
"Oh, no." Usagi said, opening her suitcase and emptying her shirts into the second drawer of the dresser on her side of the room, and her under garments into the top drawer. She took another look at Makoto, noticing her attire again. "Why do you dress like that?"
Makoto looked up, then at her clothes. Then she let out a small laugh. "Oh, Hallucinogens and Ecstasy addict. I used to think I was some pirate and ended up stealing a lot of the stuff from my neighbor's houses. They called up to the police. I've been to two other treatment centers before this one. I get kicked out again and I go to psychiatric parole, asylums for insecure and incurably criminal teens. I used to get into a lot of fights when someone wouldn't sell me my drugs." She laughed sadly at the memory.
Usagi looked at her, sighed and turned back to her unpacking.
"So, what's your GD?" Makoto asked, sitting down on Usagi's bed, picking up Usagi's make up bag, and looking through it.
"GD?" Usagi asked, snatched her bag from Makoto. "Don't go through my stuff." She said defensively, placing her bag in the same drawer with her bras and underwear.
"Sorry." Makoto said sarcastically. "GD, gateway drug. What'd you do first?"
Usagi looked at her. "Do you always begin conversations this way?" She asked. 'This girl is completely bezerk.'
"So to speak, yeah. Then you find people with your same addiction and we get you into a group."
"I didn't really start anything. I guess cocaine. I was at a party and I turned it down when my friend Arjune offered it to me and then he gave me a DP and I guess he slipped the coke into it. After that I only drank. Course I kicked his ass after I found out what he did."
Makoto smiled. "That's my style, girl."
This story is based off of a movie called '28 days', and if you like this story or can relate to it, then I think you would really like that movie. It's about drug abuse and what that can do to a person. It's got Sandra Bullock and Viggo Mortenson in it, and those are two of my most favorite actors, besides Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, Mike Myers, and Jim Carrey.
But more to the subject. Usagi is a alcoholic, and after drunk driving and crashing, she ends up in rehab, a treatment center for people who are addicted to drugs and alcohol. She meets people there who are willing to help her, and falls in love with a patient like herself (this part was not in the movie, which was a complete rip because Eddie and Gwen SHOULD have ended up together. But that's just my opinion.) There is a lot of other characters but you'll find out about them later.
Well, that should do it. Now for all the other crap.
Disclaimer:(I hate these. They get me so depressed.): I don't own Sailor Moon or Dragon Ball Z, I'm simply borrowing them and will give them back as soon as the story is over. No profits are being made off this story, though I am doing it for a friend and NO she is not paying me.
Warnings: AU (alternate universe) Drug abuse, Heavy swearing (Hi Kids!), Implied Sex, and Disturbing comments. NO SLASH OR FEMSLASH. Severe OOC.
Parings: Trunks/Usagi, Vegeta/Bulma, Makoto/Gohan, among other pairings.
Anime: DragonballZ/Sailor Moon
Now that we've got all that cleared up, let's get on with the story, okay? Please fasten your seatbeats, all drinks in the cup holders, popcorn and candy on the tray to your left. No smoking, no alcoholic beverages, and no drugs at all. This story is to teach ya'll a lesson, not to encourage you. Please remain seated and enjoy the show!
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:Chapter 1: You're sending me where!?
*Flashback *
There was music loud enough to blow everyone's eardrums out. But it didn't really matter right now that everyone's ears were numb and their eyesight was already hazy due to the severe overdose of alcohol and drugs they already had that night. And as always, one girl was always the life of the party on Friday nights, the night when 'you got paid and you got laid.'
Usagi laughed maniacally, a bottle of booze in her hand, laughing away as a few other drunks started pulling stupid moves and started unbuttoning their shirts, letting the others know they were in for a long night. Usagi whirled around, her short black dress coming high up on her thighs. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!" She chanted, taking another shot from her booze bottle. Her face was red, and she fell against a topless man, he caught her, running a greasy hand up her legs. She laughed, and threw her arms behind her, pulled the man closer. He had his hand all the way up her thighs and now pulling on the black thong straps she wore, trying to pull it down. She laughed some more as he kissed her neck, her mind was dazed and her eyes were hazy as she was pulled into one of the back doors where the bedrooms were. He picked her up with one arm behind her back and the other under her knees as she stumbled to walk, still drinking from the bottle. He was stumbling himself, and he hit her legs and head against the wall as he staggered to get her into the room.
Usagi was getting dizzy, her mind not thinking straight. She didn't notice when he laid her on the bed as she took another shot. She didn't notice when he ripped open her dress, throwing it onto the tacky green colored carpet. She didn't feel it when he slipped into her. But she felt it the next day when she got 'that' feeling in her stomach.
"Oh my god!" She yelled, coming back from the bathroom, the naked man in the bed, still asleep. "Damn it," she whispered, picking up the ripped dress on the ground. She was supposed to have had her son and daughter over the previous night. 'Mamoru is going to kill me.' She thought, taking the man's shirt and pants and throwing it on over her quickly, picking up her purse she had dropped the other night, and quickly made her way to her car, floundering about from the hang over.
She came to her car, unlocking it and slipping inside, and then heading straight down towards the high way. 'Great. My friends abandon me, now I can barely see the road. I was supposed to have my daughter last night, Mamoru is going to give me a tongue lashing, and I'm stuck waking up naked with a guy I didn't even know. Wow, déjà vu.'
She picked up her cell phone from the inside of her purse. And there was one line across her cell phone screen. 'Chibi-Usa's birthday!!! ~Mamoru.
She looked up. 'Oh no! Usa's birthday!' She cut across the right lane to get off the highway, causing a lot of honking and angry yells following her car when she streaked past the red light.
'Okie dokie, toy store, toy store, toy store.' She looked around the outlet mall from her car as she drove around, barely missing a couple cars. She looked around, and then she saw a 'Annie's Toy Chest' a few stores down. She put her foot down on the gas without realizing it and then ran smack straight into another car that was coming out of the intersection.
Usagi's head smacked into the steering wheel, knocking herself out, the horn letting out one long loud blow.
*End Flashback *
Usagi pulled her sunglasses over her face, taking out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, and lighting one up, taking it away from her mouth to look out the window of the cab. Her driver's license had been stripped from her along with her rights to hold custody of her daughter. She had realized that Mamoru had taken Usa and Paris into permanent custody. So not only was she not allowed to see her son or daughter any longer, she was also not allowed to drive, or drink in general. And to make sure that she obeyed the suit that had been held against her, she had been sent to rehab in the middle of the country, as opposed to going to jail for almost killing a man and wife, along with their 2 year old son who was in the back seat of the car.
*Flashback *
Usagi woke up in the middle of a hospital bed. Her head hurt like crazy and her whole body was numb, immobilizing her from moving at all. She looked to her left finding bars at the window. Confused, she turned to her right to find a silhouette in the chair next to her.
As she starred at it longer, her vision began to clear up, she recognized her ex-husband in the chair, a hand to his chin, and starring intensely at the door at the other side of the room. He looked tense, and angry. Which was a bit odd. Here she was in a hospital bed, she would have expected that he would be just a 'tad' worried.
"Yo, Mamoru." She said, getting his attention.
His arm fell to his lap, turning to look at her with an exasperated look on his face. "So you finally decided to wake up?" He said, as if it was her choice when to wake up.
She could tell he was angry, and his tone was annoyed. She guess it was about Usa, so she decided to try and sit up against the head board and try to make up some sort of excuse.
"Look, if this is about Paris and Usa, I'm really sorry, Mamoru. But there was a lot of traffic and my friend called me to tell me that she needed my help with something and it was urgent so I couldn't let her down and I tried to call but.." Mamoru interrupted her chain of excuses when he held up the clothing that she had been wearing when she was in the wreck. The man's clothing.
"Was she asking you to model Men's ensembles?" He pulled out a wallet and made her look at the ID in the wallet. "For a man named 'Rex Glenson'?" He asked, eyes mocking her. "You went to the party down in Tokyo didn't you? When you knew that the chances of you getting back to pick Paris and Usa up till the next morning were very slim? And even if you did, do you think I would have let you take them when you were drunk?"
Usagi stayed quiet, not having a word to defend herself, and her head hurt way to much to even try to think up another excuse.
"You have sex with this man didn't you?" He didn't need an answer. Why else would she have his clothes and the dress that she had been wearing last night was nowhere in sight?
He dropped the garments onto the floor and ran his hands through his hair, then put his fist to his lips, then he looked at her again.
"Usagi," he scoffed out her name, as if finding something funny about this whole situation. "You will never change, will you?" He looked at her, as if trying to see through her. "I thought that when I left you maybe you would come to your senses, but I guess that I really didn't matter that much to you after all. The only thing you care about is yourself, Usagi. And you don't even have the decency to go to someone for help."
"I'm fine, Mamoru. Nothing's wrong with me." She scoffed. "I can control myself, okay?"
"If you can control yourself, why do you always seem to find yourself waking up with a guy you don't even know, naked beside you?" Mamoru asked. "Honestly. I tried to help you, Usagi. I loved you even if you didn't love me. And when I figured that out, I tried to make this work, I tired to make this work because I didn't want Paris and Usa to grow up without a mother. Then I saw that you weren't a mother. You stuck them with a baby sitter and then took off to bars and had sex with random people every night, spending my money, and not doing anything to help yourself with your problem."
"I don't have a problem." She said, taking a pack of cigarettes from the clothing on the ground, and then taking a lighter to one of them. Mamoru grabbed it from her mouth and broke it in half, taking the pack and throwing it out the window. Usagi looked at him, stunned.
"That is your problem. You smoke, you drink, you take pills for everything. Usagi if you don't get some help, you're going to kill yourself." He said, for the first time in that conversation, saying something that actually indicated that he cared.
"I'm not having this conversation." She laid back in her bed, playing with the silver chain necklace around her neck.
Mamoru sat back and sighed, rubbing his temples. He finally let his hands fall to the arm rests before he said something that she had not seem coming.
"I went to my lawyer and we filed a suit saying that I want full custody of Paris and Usa." He said, looking like it pained him to be taking her only daughter away from her, but at the same time, letting his determination at keeping his daughter from being hurt by her mother.
Usagi turned to him, disbelief in her eyes, mouth hanging slightly open, hoping that he was just joking.
"The judge approved it yesterday. I get full custody of them, and you are being sent to rehab as soon as you find your feet." He got up out of the chair, and walked towards the door, hand on the knob. And he turned to take a look at her again. She was his ex-wife, and she was just as beautiful as she was when he first met her. But he was fooled into thinking she loved him, and he had proposed to her, and she accepted. He thought things were perfect, when they had Paris and Usa, and then she started bringing home pills, and started to smoke, and going out at night and not coming back till the next morning. She had the aura around her that lured people to her, but it was keeping them there that was a problem for her.
Usagi looked at him, tears forming behind her eyes, disbelief in them. She looked around, as if trying to find a way out, and then brought her eyes back to him. "Why are you doing this?" She asked, trying to find out why he was taking her child away from her.
He looked at her with sympathy in his eyes. "I can't stand by and watch you corrupt our daughter. She needs a mother that can teach her things, and you aren't around enough to even know what color her eyes are." She opened her mouth to protest, but then swallowed it, knowing that it was the truth. He sighed again, turning the knob on the door. "Usagi," she looked up. "You make it impossible to love you." And then he was gone, and Usagi swallowed back her tears, refusing to cry at his expense.
*End of Flashback *
So here she was, doomed to two months in rehab. As far as she knew, it was an institution that was far away from any civilization. They apparently didn't want their patients interacting with anyone outside the institution. What she knew was that she was only allowed a phone call for 15 minutes during hours. And, one thing she thought was terribly cruel; they chanted the Serenity Prayer at least once a day. There was a group she was assigned to. The whole group would do everything together, eat at the same table, do the required exercise routine; they were your support group, field trip buddies, and roomies. With the same sex of course. Oh, and no cell phones.
The cab pulled into what looked like a resort building next to the lake. And then she saw the sign. 'Kyoto Rehabilitation Center.' She saw circles of people holding hands and what looked like reciting something. Then she realized that they were chanting. But they were reciting the Serenity Prayer. They were reciting something you'd think you'd hear a team recite before a baseball game. 'You've got to kiddin me.' She thought as she looked disgustedly out the window, and then an attractive, slightly plump woman hurried up to the cab and opened the door. Usagi's eyes widened considerably and started pushing on the driver's seat. "C'mon man! Let's go! Get me outta here! Go!" She tried to get him to move but he let the woman bustle her out of the car, and then got out the car to get her bags out of the trunk.
"Hi, young lady. My name is Bulma, and you are?" She asked, taking out a clip board and took out a pen.
"Uh.Usagi. Usagi Tsukino." She said, looking at the center and listening to the chanting, becoming more depressed every moment.
"Uh hugh." The woman checked her name off. "Well, welcome, Usagi. You can call me by my first name, and I'm going to be your counselor. So if there's anything you need to talk to me about, or you need some company, my door's always open, you can come over whenever you feel like it." She smiled widely at Usagi, and Usagi could only smile back with fake enthusiasm. "Wow, you've got quite an attire there, Usagi." She stood back to look Usagi up and down.
Usagi wore a black tube top with silver sparkling lines running down it, stopping at different points, and tight blue jeans and black boots. She wore a black leather duster over top, and her hair was in it's usual unusual style, tied in buns and streamers on either side of her head.
Usagi picked up her suitcases and followed Bulma to the inside of the resort, receiving friendly, skeptical, and even suggestive looks from the other patients. Bulma took her into a room and she closed the door behind her.
"May I see your bags please?" Bulma said, and Usagi handed them to her, and she put them on a table, opening them and going through them, careful not to ruin the cloth's folds. Once she was satisfied with the suitcases, she turned to the make up bag and Usagi's purse. She ran a bar over the purse and make up bag, and it started to beep. Usagi guess it was a some kind of detector. Bulma turned the make up bag upside down, pouring out its contents. Lipstick, tampons, various cases of makeup and bottles of Usagi's medicine poured out of it. Bulma held up the medicine bottles and looked them over. She turned over the one-labeled 'Welbutrin' to Usagi. Usagi shrugged. "I have problems with my nervous system."
Bulma frowned when she found a metal flask in Usagi's purse. She also took Usagi's eyebrow curler; nail clippers, and nail polish remover, including the metal flask and the pills. Bulma put these items into a metal basket and put aside, and started putting Usagi's things back in her bags. "Those items will be returned to you at the end of two months, except of course for the pills and the flask, which will be thrown out." She then caught a glimpse of something. She walked over to Usagi, as if waiting for her to explain something. Usagi just shrugged, not knowing what she wanted her to do. Bulma held out her hand. "Hand it over." Her hand made a 'give it' gesture to her right pocket in her duster. Usagi realized what she meant. She sighed, and pulled out a carton of cigarettes and some Blow and gave it to Bulma. Bulma again made another hand gesture. Usagi made a sound of disbelief and took a bottle of pills from her jean pocket and gave it her.
Bulma smiled. "Good girl." She put those items with the other confiscated ones. She gave Usagi back her bags. "This way please." She opened the door and Usagi followed. She lead her to the stairway.
Usagi turned to see the elevator on the far left of the lobby. "Excuse me, miss? Wouldn't it be easier if we took the elevator?" She asked, feeling extremely pained by having to carry her own bags up the stairs with no help whatsoever from Bulma.
"Oh, no. You see, we have one patient who is kind of confined in that elevator. He seems to think that's the best place to hold a make out session with his girlfriend of the week. Sorry, going there would probably cause some emotional scares for the person seeing it. He gets a little out of control at times." Bulma said, shivering slightly, recalling her own encounter.
"Oh."
"And please, Usagi. Call me Bulma." She said, sweetly. And then she continued to climb, and Usagi followed. 'This place keeps getting weirder and weirder.' She thought.
***
"This is your room, Usagi. We lock it after hours. Can't have sober patients running around the halls at night, can we? But if you need help after hours, there's a buzzer that will sound in my room and on my walkie- talkie if you need me. This is your room mate, Makoto."
Makoto was a pretty girl, slightly taller than Usagi. Her long wavy brown hair went to her waist. She had green eyes, and a seemingly mid evil, trashy outfit on, along with a green feather stuck upside down in her hair. She was hovering over a grocery bag of what looked to be a bunch of chocolate bars, and she was happily munching away on them. She looked up, shoving a Hershey bar into her mouth, and smiled at Usagi. Usagi could only raise an eyebrow.
"Makoto will help you with anything else you need to know, such as your support group, schedule, days you go to the gas station for sweets."
"Sweets?" Usagi asked.
"Only one soft drink a week, and as much candy as you want, with your own money of course. Patients find that the sweets seem to quench their need for drugs and alcohol and pills. You'll need to be downstairs for lunch in approximately 45 minutes. Call me if you need anything." Bulma gave one final smile, and then left.
Usagi turned to Makoto, who was currently scarfing down another Hershey bar. She then turned to put the bag on the edge of the dresser, and looked at Usagi, smiling.
"Hey. Do you watch Siete Utopia?"
"What?" Usagi asked, sounding like she thought the other girl was crazy.
"Siete Utopia. It's my soap. You don't get to watch TV during the day and I've missed it for the past week."
"Oh, no." Usagi said, opening her suitcase and emptying her shirts into the second drawer of the dresser on her side of the room, and her under garments into the top drawer. She took another look at Makoto, noticing her attire again. "Why do you dress like that?"
Makoto looked up, then at her clothes. Then she let out a small laugh. "Oh, Hallucinogens and Ecstasy addict. I used to think I was some pirate and ended up stealing a lot of the stuff from my neighbor's houses. They called up to the police. I've been to two other treatment centers before this one. I get kicked out again and I go to psychiatric parole, asylums for insecure and incurably criminal teens. I used to get into a lot of fights when someone wouldn't sell me my drugs." She laughed sadly at the memory.
Usagi looked at her, sighed and turned back to her unpacking.
"So, what's your GD?" Makoto asked, sitting down on Usagi's bed, picking up Usagi's make up bag, and looking through it.
"GD?" Usagi asked, snatched her bag from Makoto. "Don't go through my stuff." She said defensively, placing her bag in the same drawer with her bras and underwear.
"Sorry." Makoto said sarcastically. "GD, gateway drug. What'd you do first?"
Usagi looked at her. "Do you always begin conversations this way?" She asked. 'This girl is completely bezerk.'
"So to speak, yeah. Then you find people with your same addiction and we get you into a group."
"I didn't really start anything. I guess cocaine. I was at a party and I turned it down when my friend Arjune offered it to me and then he gave me a DP and I guess he slipped the coke into it. After that I only drank. Course I kicked his ass after I found out what he did."
Makoto smiled. "That's my style, girl."