Hey everybody .. Hopefully everyone likes this chapter. I really wanted to write a fic that goes in depth into characters but I think I suck at it, but I'll try. This chapter is mostly about Yohji and Usagi. I'll try to add some more Aya/Usagi moments after this chapter but it will take awhile since something is about to happen, won't tell you what. Well anyways, on with the story and don't forget to r&r .

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailormoon and/or Weiss Kreuz

: Chapter Eight:

True to the guy's words it had been raining for two weeks straight and not letting up. Not only had it decreased their business at the store but it had become increasingly hard to get around. But that wasn't the real reason why Usagi had decided to skip yesterday's day of work. Unbeknownst to some people, tomorrow was the anniversary of her family's death. Sunday, ironically, it would not be a sunny day for Usagi as she visited her family's graves.

Usagi sighed as she rolled over on her side in her new bed, looking out the rain drenched window. "Well I probably should go to work today. I need the flowers anyways" Usagi mumbled as she trudged out of bed. Usagi didn't even bother to brush or put her hair up in usual odangos. Dressing in whatever she could find, Usagi left her apartment and drove to work.

Usagi didn't bother to avoid the rain as she walked into Koneko No Sumu Ie.

"Usagi, you're soaking wet", Omi pointed out.

Usagi only smiled slightly before walking around the counter and putting on her mandatory apron. Omi and Ran were the only ones present in the store at the time. Why Ran was there, Usagi had no idea. Ran had today off; Usagi could only guess that the rain restrained him from going anywhere. But Usagi pushed the thought away, deciding that it wasn't important. Yohji and Ken didn't have shifts for another three hours which she was glad for, less people to deal with. In all the years she had known them, Usagi never told the Hidakas when the anniversary of her parent's death was. She knew they probably suspected when it was due to the fact that she would always get depressed around the same time once a year. Usagi didn't even bother to tell them where the cemetery was. They would just see her disappear one day and come back, never asking her where she went.

But... this year it was different, she could visit their graves for the first time in four years. See their graves where only a few feet below the ground their bones lay. They never discovered her brother's body though at the scene of the crime and because he never showed up, he was assumed dead. Usagi couldn't even recount how many times she would run back to her old home hoping he was waiting there for her. Usagi blinked back some tears.

"Usagi are you alright", Omi asked.

"What?" Usagi looked up.

"You been silent for the past five minutes, is something wrong?"

"No, I'm ok. Just tired" Usagi smiled reassuredly.

Usagi glanced at Ran to find him staring at her, obviously not believing her lie. Usagi just decided to ignore his stares.

"Omi, you don't mind if I buy myself some roses" Usagi asked.

"Sure, it's a free country. Why do you want some roses?" Omi said.

"Oh, just to add some color to my new apartment" Usagi explained.

Usagi picked herself some white and red roses, paying Omi the amount.

"Why weren't you here yesterday and why aren't you acting like yourself today?" Ran butted in.

"Nothing, can't a person take at least one day off?" Usagi asked.

Ran didn't respond but just decided to go into a glaring contest with Usagi but they were cut off by Yohji entering the room.

"Why is everyone so quiet?" Yohji asked, looking around.

"Ran just being paranoid. What are you doing up? Your shift doesn't start for another two hours, Yohji" Omi stated.

"I know, but I couldn't get much sleep last night so I just decided not to sleep" Yohji grinned. Omi rolled his eyes before going back to arranging flowers.

"A frown doesn't suit you Tenshi. What's wrong?" Yohji turned his attention to Usagi who had just broken her staring contest with Ran.

"Nothing, can't someone just be tired. Why is everybody interrogating me?" Usagi complained.

"It was just a simple ques"

"I don't care! I can't take it anymore, why can't I just be left alone!" Usagi snapped before turning around and running out of the store into the pouring rain, not looking back.

Usagi rolled out of bed, her eyes puffy and red from crying all night. 'Thank god I don't have work today' Usagi thought. She didn't want to face all of them, especially from how she acted the other day. 'Stupid emotions' Usagi thought as she took her usual shower. 'I think I'll dress nice for my family' Usagi smiled softly. Usagi grabbed a black skirt and top along with a sweater.

When Usagi stepped out the door she felt a crunch from underneath her foot, below her laid the flowers she bought from Omi. Ken must have dropped them off; he was the only one who could have possibly known where she lived. Usagi smiled softly, she had a faint idea Ken knew what day it was. The raining had stopped last night but there was still overcast. The cemetery oddly enough wasn't that far from her apartment building. With this fact, Usagi decided to walk there.

Usagi glanced around as she reached outside; excess rain clung to the trees. The world felt dead, no one was out, and not a single animal crossed her path as she embarked on her walk to her family's graves. The walk was longer than she predicted, she had already passed the flower shop awhile ago which fortunately wasn't open today. Usagi continued to walk, her head down. She didn't want to face the world, the world that turned its back and walked away from her when she was only a little girl.

How unforgiving the world was. Ever since that day, Usagi had changed. Usagi formed a barrier, it wasn't apparent to most. Not even her friends knew she wore a mask. She had years of practice; to perfect it so it would seem as if there was none. Usagi disguised herself so well that sometimes she didn't know the real her. Was how she acted her? Or was it her disguise to the world? All her life, she was a sponge for people's problems. Usagi was always the optimistic one, the one with out a care in the world, the one that was there for everyone. She was the shoulder all her friends turned to cry on. They had no idea that they were hurting her in the process. She absorbed everyone's hurts and anger, at times she felt she would explode but she didn't, which only made her fear when she would. It wasn't much longer. Usagi pushed these thoughts away, there was no point in feeling sorry for herself and acting depressed.

What did it ever bring her?

Only more questions she didn't want to answer.

Usagi looked up at the cemetery entrance. The sinister gate looked down on her, its jagged steel claws daring Usagi to enter. Usagi pushed it open, walking through the rows of graves, for she knew exactly where to go.

Row 21 column 35.

Their graves were placed under a huge oak tree, covering them in a thick shroud. The writing on the gravestones was beginning to chip off and grind itself back into the stone. Usagi dropped to the ground, placing the roses in front of the graves.

"I came back; I know it's been awhile… four years... but I'm back. I still miss all of you each and everyday. I... I... " Usagi could feel hot tears start to course down her cheeks. "Why did you have to do this to me? Why did you have to leave me?" Usagi croaked. "I'm all alone, YOU LEFT ME ALL ALONE!" Usagi shouted, slamming her fist on the damp grass. All Usagi could do was cry.

Her tears spilled over their graves, the ground swallowing them into its depths.

Usagi spent all day at their graves crying, it was already 5:45 and slowly beginning to rain again. Usagi walked back in the direction of her apartment. 'The world is crying with me today' Usagi thought bitterly as it began to sprinkle lightly. The Sun couldn't be seen, for the clouds had masked the whole town with its unwanted presence. Usagi drew her sweater closer to her body as she started to quicken her pace towards home.

'I'm going to get caught in the rain' Usagi thought. twenty minutes later the rain started to get increasingly heavier, Usagi could feel the rain go from feeling like tiny splashes to pin pricks and finally to needles. Usagi was now soaking wet, but she didn't care. Usagi slowed her pace when she realized she wasn't going to escape the rain. Every bone in her body was shaking from the cold. She clung to her sweater which was offering little protection.

She was still about 50 minutes of walking away from her apartment building, in other terms about five miles. Usagi could feel herself begin to shiver, but ignored it. It was only rain right? No big deal despite the fact that it was freezing, cold rain and that she could barely see a thing.

Suddenly a car stopped beside her, rolling down its window.

"Usagi!" Usagi looked up to find Yohji with a shocked and concerned expression on his face. "What the hell are you doing in the rain, get in hurry", Yohji said.

Usagi complied, not bothering to hurry for there was no point. Getting in the car, she suddenly felt even colder. The air conditioner was on full blast.

"Are you crazy?" Yohji said, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her. "We need to get you dry quick", Yohji stated, pulling into the store after about five minutes of driving. Usagi was silent but trembling.

Usagi glanced up into the mirror. It was only now that Usagi noticed that her skin was now a pasty white, a sharp contrast to the dark clothing she was wearing. Her lips were a light purple, her eyes still red and puffy.

Yohji quickly brought themselves in through the side door that led to his mini apartment inside the store, leading her to his room.

"You're trembling" Yohji noticed as a silent Usagi stood beside him. Water was dripping off her onto the carpet. Yohji brought her into a hug, soaking his clothes in the process. "Wha...what a...are. y..you doing?" Usagi stuttered between her trembles.

"Giving you body heat, you could catch hypothermia if you're cold for too long" Yohji stated. Usagi shivered in his embrace, the warmth drying the water that clung to her body. Yohji looked into her eyes, "You need to take a long hot bath Just my body heat is not going to prevent you from getting sick. It will warm you up and bring some color back to your face." Yohji informed her.

Yohji let go of her much to her displeasure, for she suddenly felt cold again. Usagi wrapped her own arms around her while Yohji went searching through his drawers. "I know it's not women's clothes but it will have to do.", Yohji handing her a large t-shirt and a pair of his boxers with some jeans.

Usagi numbly took the clothes, "Thank you".

"Anything for you tenshi" Yohji smiled softly. "Here, let me show you the bathroom" Yohji said, leading her to the bathroom adjacent to his room. "Here's a towel" Yohji handed her. Yohji walked over to the tub and started the faucet, turning it to hot.

"I'll leave you to your bath, if you need help just call. Then we are going to find out why you haven't been yourself for the past few days." Yohji smiled before closing the door behind her leaving her to herself.

Usagi discarded her clothes and slipped into the bathtub, immersing herself in its warm depths. Usagi groaned as the warm water melted her shivering bones.

After the long bath, Usagi got out and wrapped a towel around herself only to find that she had left his clothes out on his bed outside. Usagi frowned; she didn't want to leave the bathroom, especially into the freezing air.

"Yohji!" Yohji called. She heard no answer. She repeated herself only to find yet again no answer. Usagi opened the hesitantly staring out and finding no one in the room. Usagi slipped across the room, grabbing the clothes.

"Did you need me ten" Yohji said entering the room. Usagi jumped and turned around, still only clad in a towel. "Sorry" Yohji apologized, turning his head to the side.

"It's alright, I just left your clothes out here and needed them, that's all" Usagi said. There was an awkward and uncomfortable silence between them as they stood a few feet away from each other.

"Yohji..." Usagi asked.

"yes.", "why are you being so nice to me even though I yelled at you the other day for no reason" Usagi commented. Yohji smiled faintly walking up to her and taking her hands in his.

"Because I'm here for you, no matter how you act towards me" Yohji explained to her. Usagi frowned; this didn't make her feel any better. She had acted so awful to him and the guys and this whole time he and everyone else had always been courteous and caring well maybe not Ran at some points.

What was wrong with her? Usagi could feel tears starting to brim. After so many years of compiled pain and hurt buried deep within her, she could feel it washing up to the surface over a simple comment. She was going to explode, she could feel it.

Then it happened.

Usagi flung herself into his arms and let out eleven years of built up tears and hurt onto his shirt. Yohji wrapped his arms around her bringing her closer. After awhile, Yohji lead her to the bed and sat down as she continued to cry in his lap for what seemed like hours. He continued to rub her back and soothe her with calming words.

Usagi soon fell fast asleep in his arms, whimpering every now and then. Yohji picked up her petite form and brought her into a laying position on the bed, covering her up with his sheets. Yohji bent over her and kissed her faintly on the lips, leaving as quickly as it came.

"Sleep well tenshi" Yohji whispered.

"Don't leave", a soft murmur arose from her, as she clung to his receding arm. "Stay... please..." her voice pleaded softly.

"Sure Tenshi", Yohji reassured her. 'I guess I'll be going to bed early tonight' Yohji thought as he got under the covers next to her. She immediately clung to him for warmth.

Yohji sighed and looked over to her. She really did look like a tenshi. Yohji brushed some strands from out of her face as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. She was still just dressed in a towel and could feel the curves of her body conform to his perfectly. The thought made him want her even more, but he would never try anything on her unless she didn't want it despite his growing need to shower her with kisses and show her the love she deserved.

Yohji groaned, 'stop torturing yourself with these thoughts' Yohji thought. No one was home, and he had no idea where they were. He didn't care though; he didn't want them here, especially Ken. Disastrous results would occur if he found them both in this position. Yohji found himself slowly drifting into a deep slumber and decided to worry about these things tomorrow and with that Yohji slipped into a calm, warm sleep

Ken yawned. It was Monday, the worst day of the week. Nothing went well on Monday, and Ken was sure this one was no different. Ken had gotten home late last night, so tired he just headed straight to bed. That was the last time he went to any clubs, why he was there was anyone's guess. a knock came at his door followed by a peeking Omi.

"Your shift starts in about ten minutes, I have to go somewhere in about an hour so you and Yohji have to make sure you're watching the store alright?"

"Sure, whatever" Ken mumbled rubbing his eyes.

Omi left before returning a second later, "Get Yohji up too, he has slept through too many of his shifts. He needs to start pulling his weight around here. ". Ken nodded in acknowledgement before getting dressed.

If there was one thing Ken hated to do was wake up Yohji, especially when he brought women home. Ken sighed as he walked towards Yohji's room and opened the door. 'Just as I thought', Ken thought upon looking at the bed. A sleeping form lay there, who definitely wasn't Yohji. Ken could hear Yohji from the bathroom, as he walked closer to the bed. That was when it hit him, 'golden hair, heart shaped face, petite form. It was none other than his sister, and from his perspective it appeared she was naked. Ken assumed the only thing he could assume.

'How dare that pervert sleep with my sister!' Ken mentally screamed. Ken could feel a deep hatred swell up inside him, all he saw was red, and all of it was pointed at Yohji.

The bathroom door opened, with a surprised Yohji dressed only in jeans.

"What", Yohji started but was interrupted.

"You son of a bitch!", and with that Ken punched Yohji straight in the face with all the strength he could muster.

: TBC :

muahahahaha ...a cliffhanger sorta.. I think anyways hope you liked this chapter. I've been wanting to write this chapter for awhile but I didn't know if it was too soon or not. I want the characters to gradually start to fall for each other so it will be more realistic. I sort of thought the scene between Usagi and Yohji was corny and a little melodramatic but oh well .. Well I hope you liked this chapter, and I hope it wasn't too too OOC. But anyways, until next week , ja ne . Don't forget to R&R