Alone
"What the hell do you want?" she asked, her eyes feral and cold. This was that man that had hurt her koneko. Her koneko.
And Haruka Tenoh was not one to let people go unpunished.
"I'm here to see Usako-"
"You leave her alone!" spoke that blonde from the other bed. Haruka turned to look at her funny. What was she going on now?
"Minako-chan..." said the cat softly, not caring if the other humans heard him. Green eyes narrowed dangerously at the cat. The cat could talk...
"No Artemis. I wont sit around and watch you hurt Haruka-san when I went to all the trouble to save her!"
Confusion swarmed her head. She didn't understand any of what was going on. Not a single droplet of it. Why was the cat talking? Why was the weird girl saying she had saved her... Unless...
Looking at her, she noticed for the first time the bandage around the girl's arm. A small red splotch staining the white strip. Had she... Had this lunatic given her blood?
She felt something rise up within her at the thought. She had... She had...
"Minako-chan?"
All eyes swarmed towards the blonde in her arms. A worried expression masking all other emotions. Her koneko...
"Yes Usagi-chan?"
"Did you... why... Thank you!"
Haruka could only smile softly as the girl bolted from her bed and enveloped the other girl in a hug. That smile on her face breathless. She was so beautiful. So wonderful. How she loved this person, this innocent kitten.
Turning to face the blue eyed menace. She put up her best glare and watched those wide eyes unfold before her. Emotions that made him want to punch the fool in the gut.
Jealousy and broken pride sparked brighter than fireworks within those dark orbs. Haruka felt her fingers twitch before a soft hand on her shoulder broke her thoughts.
Looking up, she saw the teal eyes she'd been so accustomed to, smile softly down at her before glaring at the intruder. Why was he here anyways?
"What do you want?"
Haruka could only smirk at that tone. It was the same one she used when those goons from Kaito had been hitting on them. The sea goddess had beaten them to bloody pulps the moment they'd touched her breast.
She would very much love to see this guy with a bloody nose.
"I'm here to see Usako. Her mother is very worried about her. And besides, she doesn't need to be here with the likes of you."
The hand on her should tightened, but she ignored it. That smirk was slowly disappearing to be replaced with a glare more terrible than the likes this boy would ever see.
"And what is that suppose to mean?"
"If your to stupid to figure it out, I won't tell you."
A thousand images passed her mind. Each of a death more painful than the last, more gruesome. More terrible. This boy was about to get his ass kicked, and Haruka would be proud to be the one to take his ego down a few notches.
"Why don't you leave, little boy, and play with those flowers in our pocket?" Haruka almost chocked at that. Flowers? This idiot carried flowers in his pocket! What a moron!
"You... you..." her laughter came out in wheezes and the tube in her nose almost shot out at the terrible breaths that flew in and out at crazed rates. "You carry flowers!"
Those blue eyes almost turned to ice. Not that she cared, it was just... She couldn't even think straight as the thoughts swarmed her. What a pansy!
"I carry roses."
"You fight with roses," smirked Michiru. And Haruka thought she might dye. Fight with flimsy flowers! What did he do, bathe his enemies in their lovely scent? Profess his undying love in order to distract the foe!
"And you fight with over sized soapsuds."
The laughter died down. How did...
A triumphant look crossed the dark haired boy's face. Like that of a child realizing it was Christmas morning and could now open his presents.
"What's wrong? Don't tell me Usako didn't tell you?"
A gasp from across the room made him smirk all the more. She felt her blood boil at his words. Usagi would never have done such a thing. Usagi would never have told them, not their deepest, darkest secret...
Would she?
"Mamoru..."
"I suppose she didn't. Why would she?" his laugh irritated her, the beeps in the background speed softly. What was he going on about? "I'm surprised she hasn't already told you. But I suppose she doesn't trust you as much as she leads us all to believe."
Why was he still talking? What was going on? And why did Michiru seem hesitant, almost scared. What had this fool done to Michi!
"What the hell are you talking about?"
The smirk widened, and from the inside of his jacket, the young man produced a small compact device. One that looked terribly familiar. One that was missing from her Konko's uniform...
"You stole a broach fromthe girl you claim to love!"
The smirk faded and he stuttered out nonsense. Haruka rolled her eyes and turned to see a pale Usagi staring at the small compact. Haruka felt her anger rise at the ghostly look that haunted her face.
"Your more stupid than I thought,"
Haruka turned back to the intruder. Why couldn't he take a hint and leave? Could he not see he was upsetting Usagi?
"Is that so?"
"You don't even recognize a weapon of mass destruction when it's placed beneath your nose."
"What the hell!"
"Or do you not know the story of the Ginzuishou?"
She felt all blood drain away from her face. How did... The imperial... It couldn't be...
"Bastard!" screamed the blonde from the other side of the room. Blue eyes narrowed with anger. No, not anger, furious rage. Upon her forehead glowed the sign of the Venarians. Of the princess of Venus.
"What is the point of this! Can't you see your just upsetting Usagi-chan? That your hurting her! Leave Haruka-san alone!"
Those frigid blue eyes only glanced at her before the icy exterior penetrated her green. She felt something within her press on her. If that was truly... Then that meant that Usagi-chan... That her Koneko...
"Give me back my locket Mamoru."
All eyes watched the two, hers included. And the blonde held herself tall, regal. The form of a princess. The form of a warrior. Usagi, her Usagi, was a Senshi. Was the leader. Was Sailor Moon...
The man refused, but the locket came to her on its own. Flying towards her with its brilliant light. The same color as the one that had lit up the nightmare. That had vanquished the dark queen.
The broach hooked itself onto the girl's clothing, right where it normally hung. Haruka watched on in amazement as it did so. That is, until reality came crashing down on her.
Sad blue eyes stared at her, different from those icy cerulean that had just left. No these were much more open, more free. More livid with sadness. Haruka felt her throat tighten at those eyes that stared back at her. Not a word was spoken, and the hand was removed from her shoulder. She felt totally vulnerable for the first time.
"Is it true?"
"Yes,"
Fear permeated the air, undercurrents of shock and anticipation bellowing beneath it. It was like a storm, and she was right in the eye of it. The very center.
"Why? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Would you have believed me?"
Haruka felt caught for a moment. Would she have? Would she have hated her? Would she have turned her back on the woman-child before her?
Never...
Hardening her stare, she motioned for the girl to come forward. The reluctant steps broke at her heart, ripping it to pieces. She was afraid. She was afraid of her!
When she was right beside the bed, she made her move. As quick as lightening, her hand shot out faster than the untrained eye could follow. A gasp filled the room. The hand connected with flesh.
Makoto walked hesitantly towards the small room. Her eyes trained on the ground. She was scared, she didn't know what at all to expect. Especially after having had a huge lecture from Luna. She felt simply terrible.
But she didn't understand why Artemis would have told her things that weren't true. He wouldn't do that! She just knew he wouldn't! But if he didn't, that meant Luna was. But why would she do that? Why would Luna want to lie to her?
Shaking her head, she looked down at her feet. She hated this feeling. She wished things weren't so hard. That they could be as they were before that stupid spell. She wished Usagi had never stolen her memories!
But what could she do about that now? Everything had changed. Usagi didn't care for them like she used to. She only cared for those outer Senshi and their powerful attacks.
It wasn't fair! Why did they get all of her attention? What was so special about them?
But then again, that blonde was really hot. He even looked a lot like her old boyfriend. Sighing, she closed her eyes.
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do though.
She collided with a firm chest and almost fell backwards, only to be caught by large hands. Familiar large hands at that.
Looking up, she saw two concerned blue eyes looking down at her.
Mamoru...
She felt herself blush. Before grabbing a hold of his midsection and letting the tears fall. He hugged her back gently. Only an inch or two taller than her. She felt something warm well up within her. And there she stood, allowing the young man to comfort her, alone in the normally busy hospital.
The tears, though, prevented her from seeing the small exchange of smiles between both the cat and the dark haired man.
