Loving Evil by Moonlight

Chapter Six - Usagi-chan Makes Another Friend!

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"You're weak," Usagi opened her eyes slowly. The Master was glaring at her. She could still feel his hand on her neck. She stared at him and his gaze softened.

"I thought you would be stronger than this. What a dissapointment, you--a princess with the most powerful gem in the entire universe, afraid of me? A mere vampire?" his words scared her. He was right.

She was supposed to be strong! Powerful, and a princess! But instead she whined and cried and...what was wrong with her?

"I have work to do," was all he said, his hand let go of her neck and he headed for the door. "Get some sleep, you'll need it." and all Usagi heard was the door open and close, and then...

click!

He'd locked the door. Usagi snapped out of her reverie and ran to the door, banging on it wildly.

"Let me out!" she screamed over and over again. She slumped to the floor after a while. She was feeling sleepy. In fact, she had never felt so tired...she stood up slowly, staggering over to the bed, with her gaze blurry she didn't notice the pink haze that had settled on the floor.

"...a little nap won't hurt..." she muttered. Slumping down in the bed she was asleep before her odangoed head hit the pillow.

And she was already wearing her pajamas, too. So there!

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"Hiiro..." a beautiful woman sighed. She glanced at the clock sitting innocently on her desk. 8:15. It wasn't too early to leave for Marseille, was it?

She twisted a long strand of wheat-blonde hair around her finger, her cornflower blue eyes glancing from the clock to the phone.

"Oh, Hiiro!" she muttered sharply, "Will you ever stop terrorizing me like this?" with another heavy sigh she lifted the cordless phone off the receiver and punched in a long distance number.

"Bonjour? Est-ce que c'est Sofitel Vieux Port Hotel? Je voudrais réserver une suite..."

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"She'll be here in the morning," Milliardo said to his friend. The Master nodded. Milliardo rubbed his left temple.

"We really need to work on your people skills, Hiiro." The Master--or rather, Hiiro, grunted. Milliardo had the nerve to chuckle.

"Did you bite that girl yet? It'll be easier to convince her to use the crystal if she's one of us." Hiiro shook his head slightly, for those who don't speak Hiiro, this meant 'no'.

Milliardo glared at the boy. Young man. Whatever. "What do you mean 'no'? And what am I doing? Talking to a wall? Hiiro! She'd better get bitten before...Tuesday!" he mentally smacked himself, he had to lay off the morphine...no matter how nicely it went with his coffee...

"Whatever you say, boss." Hiiro hissed, sending chills up the other's back. Milliardo shuddered involuntarily.

"See what I mean? You need to loosen up," he said smoothly, recovering quickly, "how else are you going to get dear Usagi-hime to change you back?" Hiiro's eyes widened a fraction of an inch, 'how...?'

"Of course I know what you wish to do with her! Hiiro, I know you want to become human again! Do you take me for a fool? I suppose it's fine as long as no one else finds out about this, and you still intend to follow our own plan."

Hiiro nodded once again. As he turned to leave, Milliardo called out to him,

"And get some rest boy! You're looking quite pale." he said, chuckling. What did he find so funny?

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"...This is a nice place Relena!" little Dorothy declared. She currently stood alone in one of the few suites in the Sofitel Vieux Port Hotel. It was nice. And blue. Dorothy had sworn to Hiiro that she would never make what happened to her known to Relena. Said woman was currently out for breakfast at the famous Resto Provençal (Le).

Who could resist fine dining in Marseille? Dorothy's stomach grumbled. It wasn't fair! She was never allowed to be seen! And her wings were tired from all that flying! She had to fly really fast, you see.

Eyeing the phone she grinned evily, surely Relena wouldn't mind paying for a few meals while they were here...

Besides, when in France, do as the French do...eat, drink, and be merry! Wait...how did that go? Dorothy shrugged, and picked up the phone...which was twice her size.

"This will be fun." she grumbled, pushing some of her long blonde hair behind her shoulder.

"Est-ce que service d'hôtel, comment je peux vous aider?" Dorothy stared at the phone in confusion.

"Ah crap!" she shouted, covering her mouth as she widened her eyes.

"I don't speak French and I'm talking like that American fool Maxwell!" and with that Dorothy slammed the phone down and flew for her life. She had to get some French and 'Snobby Rich-Girl Syndrome' back into her system and fast!

"Bonjour? Êtes-vous là?" asked the confused staff member, she too looked at the phone in wonder. Who could have possibly had such a squeaky voice?

Dorothy looked everywhere around the suite and finally found a French-English dictionary. She opened the book--a difficult task--and looked up the way to speak that horrible line in French.

Might as well make it sound cooler if she was going to become some American bum.

"Merde d'Oh!" she cried dramatically, squealing at how smart she was. Setting the book down she flew to the window, an idea forming in her head. Why not leave for Hiiro's place now? Funny how using American slang could help you receive revelation.

"Et quel cutie que Wufei est!"

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"That was...a nice nap." Usagi sighed, stretching her arms out. She smiled, it had been a very nice sleep. Now to get serious and find out just what was going on!

"Oh yeah, the vampire, castle and fairies and doggies thing..." she stepped out of bed. A not-so-nice smell came from...herself. She scrunched up her face. She needed a bath. And some clothes, she found, looking down at her pink pajamas.

Looking around, she glared at the door The Master had locked her in with and then she made out another exit; light peeking through the slightly open door. Glancing quickly at both doors she first checked the bedroom door to see if it was still locked. It was--so she shrugged and figured this meant that the other open one was safe to go through.

Now, it is not always a good idea to go through when you're in an enchanted castle. Of course, Usagi-chan is too cute to have anything bad happen to her yet so instead of heading into a torture chamber she ended up in a bathroom. Complete with tub full of hot water, shampoo, and clothes.

Seriously, there were a bunch of girlie outfits strewn everywhere. Usagi even checked their size. Awesome. The Master didn't have bad taste and she could only assume that this was done for her.

Making sure the door was securely locked Usagi grinned, what was better than a nice hot bath and shopping? She quickly undressed and hopped in. Sighing she freed her hair and began the half-hour long process of relaxation.

Or at least the preparation for it, she had hours of free time! Or at least until she came to her senses--in other words, knocked down the bedroom door and fled to the kitchen.

And there had better. Be. A kitchen.

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Dorothy sighed in exasperation. Slapping herself upside the head she moaned.

"Why do I always forget the flashlight? You'd think after coming here every month..." she grumbled, trying her luck she began to fly around the pitch black castle, sometimes going high up or far down. About an hour and a half later she found herself in a bedroom.

Plus there were candles in it! Yes! Dorothy pumped her fist in the air triumphantly. She stared at her fist. Ew. Stupid American customs! Whoa, what was up with that horrible sound?

Dorothy looked around until she saw another door. She also realized that this must lead to a closet or bathroom. Or torture chamber. And that this horrid sound was someone singing.

It was Usagi, singing. Or at least trying to, and she wasn't Celine Dion. Or Ayumi Hamasaki.

"...yuube yume de saiteta
nobara to onaji iro..."

Dorothy covered her ears. She glared at the door, hoping for whatever thing was on the other side to spontaneously combust.

"Shutup already!" she shouted after a few more seconds. Yep, that room was definitely the torture chamber.

The singing stopped. And then...the door opened. Dorothy blinked. It was a girl. There was light. And the girl was normal looking. No vampire fangs or wings or other mutated body parts. Then again, her singing was atrocious.

"Eh?" was all that came from the girl's mouth. At least her speaking voice wasn't stupid sounding too. Dorothy glared at her again.

"How did you get in?" Dorothy's glare vanished. What?

"What do you mean?"

The girl pointed to the door, "It was locked, I checked it earlier. I've been locked in here for...a long time, I guess. What time is it?" Dorothy glanced down at her little watch.

"It's 9:21. And the door wasn't locked, as I was able to open it. Who are you?" The girl smiled. She looked pretty when she smiled, Dorothy noticed.

"I'm Tsukino Usagi! And I'm prisoner here, I didn't know you lived here too..." she trailed off, a look of confusion spreading over her heart-shaped face. How was the door unlocked? Maybe The Master unlocked it for her when she was in the bath...

"I don't live here," Dorothy said, "Thank goodness. And I didn't know Hiiro kept prisoners here...you don't look bloodied up or like a corpse. At least that's the impression I would get from someone who had to stay locked up here. Especially with someone like that idiot Hiiro. Even if he is drop-dead gorgeous." Dorothy sat down on the bureau, pushing several candles to the side.

Usagi sat down on the floor, adjusting her--of course--pink half-sleeved shirt.

"Who's Hiiro?" she asked the little half-fairy.

"The Master of this castle! Don't tell me you don't even know who runs the show around here? I know and I don't even live here!" Dorothy said, raising her eyebrows in surprise. Usagi tried not to stare at them.

"Oh, I do--the scary and yes, very hot vampire guy--I just didn't know his name was Hiiro." she said, trying to concentrate on something other than those eyebrows...

Dorothy leaned back, "Yep, his name's Hiiro Yui and he's the most anti-social person you could ever meet. Unless he and his pal Trowa were to ever have a kid. Which would be scary and really sick." Usagi decided not to ask who 'Trowa' was. This half-fairy seemed to have already judged Usagi as a person who was less than mediocre.

Then again, she didn't know that that was what Dorothy always classified people as. Usagi blinked, and stared up at the little half-fairy.

"Hey, you didn't tell me your name!" she said. Dorothy rolled her eyes and looked down with her coolest expression.

"Well if you must know," she paused dramatically, "It's Dorothy. Dorothy Catalonia." Usagi grinned.

"It's nice to meet you Dorothy! You're my third friend since I got here!" she chirped, standing up and re-perching herself on the bed. Dorothy hid her look of confusion.

'Friend?' she thought, 'She's made friends here? I thought she was a prisoner...odd. How can she be so happy? Talk about blonde. I was never this dense.'

Usagi thought as well, 'So this is Dorothy, my my Wufei! You sure know how to pick them!' she couldn't help it, giggling aloud.

"What's so funny?" Dorothy inquired.

"Nothing!" she said quickly. Dorothy rolled her eyes again. How come she always had to deal with the nuts?

'So his name is Hiiro Yui...' Usagi thought, almost dreamily.

Almost.

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Notes:

I barely got this one out! 'Cuz I couldn't think of ANYTHING! to write! Sorry for missing last week! Next time I miss a Saturday I'll post a chapter that's twice as long the next weekend! Love ya!

Translations - Yes I know Babelfish sucks, but I don't speak French:

"Bonjour? Est-ce que c'est Sofitel Vieux Port Hotel? Je voudrais réserver une suite..." - "Hello? Is this the Sofitel Vieux Port Hotel? I'd like to reserve a suite..."

"Est-ce que service d'hôtel, comment je peux vous aider?" - "Hotel service, how may I help you?"

"Bonjour? Êtes-vous là?" - "Hello? Are you there?"

"Merde d'Oh!" - "Oh crap!"

"Et quel cutie que Wufei est!" - "And what a cutie that Wufei is!"