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The Midnight Run
Chapter Three
"Zoycite." Queen Bryl's slithering voice spoke over the large crowd of her army. Shadows settled over the background, lifeless faces stared back at her just standing and waiting for her will and command. The dark throne room always held a coldness that consumed her, black marble floors, stone walls of dark granite gray. A boomerang crown sat perched on her forehead an oval black diamond above it. Matching black oval diamonds adorned her ears, slick dark red lipstick painted her lips. Flaming reddish brown hair framing her pale face, her face holding ruby red eyes, she was the Princess of Darkness Metalia claiming her as her own.
"Yes my Queen." She answered back, her voice just as cold as Bryl's, ready to proceed with her Master's wishes.
"Do you have the identity of Prince Endyiom?" Bryl asked fire burning in her dull eyes, taking her long sharp pointy red nails to rub against her dark red lips. Long sharp fangs shown from her mouth as Zoycite began to speak, slits for eyes stared at her awaiting her answer. Zoycite did not quiver under her Queens's gaze, after all this was her opportunity to get revenge on Tuxedo Kamen.
"No my Queen, I have something better." She said chills running through her knowing that Queen Bryl's obsession with Tuxedo Kamen would be her down fall. Collecting her thoughts she spoke carefully underneath Bryl's questioning eyes knowing that she had her.
"I have the identity of Sailor Moon." Zoycite said; face sparking into what was considered an evil grin, as Bryl's face lit up into what was supposed to be the same. She didn't have the identity of Sailor Moon, she had the identity of Tuxedo Kamen, and she wasn't giving that up to her Queen. She wanted revenge and she was going to get it. The Mockery Tuxedo Kamen had made of her still sent her over the edge. She thought about the girl Tuxedo Kamen dropped off, knowing that she would favor Sailor Moon very well, and that she would just have to make do with who she had. "You have the Moon Brat." Queen Bryl spat ready to take action now, ready to get rid of her little problem and claim Tuxedo Kamen as her own. Zoycite noticed this and spoke quickly not letting her Queen get in her way.
"I shall kill her in two days, I already have the plan, I shall attack her on the subway when she's alone." Zoycite said bowing deeply, knowing that Tuxedo Kamen and his blonde friend he took home would be dead in two days. Zoycite waited for the questions to come but they never came.
"Learn from this you fools." Queen Bryl cackled, lips pursed more than before. They said nothing just held their head low still awaiting her command. An army of zombies dressed in stale gray uniforms. Queen Bryl stared into her orb in front of her gathering more dark energy to share with Zoycite, it passed between them quickly.
"I am very pleased Zoycite." She said, dark red slits for eyes glittering towards Zoycite. She felt stronger with more of the dark energy at her will.
'Tuxedo Kamen I'll be able to kill you myself.' She thought as Bryl gave her permission to leave the thrown room. She hadn't told anyone about her discovery or her plan because they were loyal to the Queen and she couldn't chance them telling her plans before she could proceed with them. Killing Tuxedo Kamen drove the anger in her heart, mixing with the dark energy her power grew as her hatred grew as the plans of her destroying him became darker.
Mamoru stared at Usagi who was scrubbing the heck out of her neck, and to think he nearly choked the poor girl to death. Mamoru had to smile, even after the bitterness left him, the very thought of Usagi always made him smile. She was everything a guy could want,
'A good dumb blonde.' He thought chuckling at his own joke.
"I apologize." He said voice low, sending her spinning around on her heals. She just couldn't escape him and the way things were going it seemed like she wouldn't. She needed time now to figure out how to tell him who she was. She stared blankly towards the man that stood in front of her, analyzing the situation with out him knowing.
"You gotta believe me." He said. He couldn't read her eyes which he found odd cause he could always read Usagi through her eyes, glancing over her body, checking the bruises he put on her neck. He clenched his eyes shut at his stupidity quickly opening them once again to stare at reality, his reality. He took his index finger, softly moved it along her collar bone, the silkiness of her flesh crawling across his senses.
'Maybe he is feeling sick.' She thought reaching up to brush his dark hair back that twirled a little in the breeze, she felt his forehead while he analyzed every mark on her as if she was dying.
"Are you feeling okay?" She asked him, her concern for his well being growing knowing what it was like coping with her alter identity. His eyes went all distant on her as if he was seeing a vision that she couldn't see, he picked her up so her feet was dangling from off of the ground.
"Can I keep you?" He asked, whispering his question in her ear feeling her body tense up from their closeness and his demands. Clouds skated in the skyline, her body focusing in on him, she couldn't speak, her mouth hung a gap forming an o. Her mind seemed to race again as he confused her more on where he stood. Light shined down on them, lost in each others stare. She closed her mouth unable to form words once again.
"Shh." He hushed her bewilderment that was fogging her facial expression; maybe he was pushing things that he already felt on her way too fast. After all he did tease the girl endlessly at one point, but now it seemed like she was the axis of his world, the only person who was a constant in his life, even when he was spinning out of control. Time sped up then slowed down again as he placed her back on her own two feet. A little shaky she swayed from the shock, holding down the butterflies that wanted to flutter; she stood firmer than before not sure if she should tell him right now. The emotions she felt were still too raw, the things that conspired in the bathroom still had her shaking, and the fact that Tuxedo Kamen seemed more off his rocker than usual was getting to her on the inside.
"Don't speak." He softly spoke; placing a small kiss on her forehead, wondering if that would calm his desire for the young blonde. Hearing her voice would only send him to kissing her, wanting to taste her again. He was afraid of her answer; maybe she wasn't ready kept plaguing him into backing off. He had a feeling that their connection went deeper than just their little quarrels they shared. She shook from the kiss feeling like her vision went blurry she clamped her eyes shut, and just like that he was gone when she re opened them. He had become famous for his disappearing acts; he seemed to do that every time things became too thick for him. Tremors racked her small body, his memory was coming back to him in small dosages, and it was turning him completely crazy, going from wanting to end it for her to wanting to love her. She had to tell him soon or the outcome would be devastating for the both of them. She paused staring up at the sky watching the clouds form different shapes.
"Thank you for the second chance Mama." She whispered, body glowing in her thoughts.
Mamoru stood there on the bottom floor of the arcade his thoughts giving him a headache. His fingers tousling his already disheveled hair more, his features seeming darker than before, he needed to shave. The coffee he had gulped down this morning hadn't helped his encounter with the blonde haired minx. There she stood outside always waiting and him seeming to run before their story could play out. He always left her hanging he had done it last night and had done it again just now. The thought of her had him on edge, her face, her laugh. Usagi seemed to take over his form in those moments. His grades had been slipping because of his feelings for her, steady trying to pick through them, sorting the shadows of his heart.
'Chiba what the hell were you thinking asking can you keep her!' His thoughts were stopped when Motoki pulled him to the side into the backroom locking the brown door behind him. Stools stacked on top of each other lining the wall, he had been in the storage room plenty of times tending his wounds that wouldn't heal as Tuxedo Kamen. That's how Motoki had found out catching him in the storage room; he had a right to know that his best friend was a Super Hero who ran through Tokyo in a one of a kind tuxedo.
"What the hell is wrong wit you? What did you do to Usagi?" Motoki furiously asked also wondering why Mamoru wasn't his usual self today. Motoki clenched his fist ready to punch Mamoru with any wrong answer that he would give; he had a soft spot for the blonde. His friend being a Super Hero wouldn't stop him from knocking his teeth out if he felt he wronged Usagi.
"Usagi knows." Mamoru said, voice low, his own frustration growing so he stopped in mid walk to run his fingers through his dark ebony hair, his eyes growing darker with the movement. Thoughts starting to plague him again as Motoki pulled him back out.
"Stop Lying." Motoki rushed, nearly knocking the stool over ready for every detail that he missed, what happened earlier left everybody puzzled feeling like it was more going on that they didn't know about.
"But how? Why? When?" He asked like he was a lead detective in a murder case, grabbing Mamoru by the collar of his shirt. Mamoru pulled away laughing at his simple friend, only Usagi and Motoki could make a terrible situation seem simple. He didn't know if he should share how he kissed her or the intimate nicknames that transferred between their lips.
"Last night we were on the subway, well she started screaming out my alter ego's name and I transformed. But the funny thing is I only transform when I feel Sailor Moon in danger." He paused even more perplexed by what had happened last night the fact that he never once admitted how much he liked Usagi to Motoki even though Motoki would urge him to. Motoki's face screwed up in confusion also upon the information he was receiving, their like for one another must've really been out of control or fate finally stepped in tired of Usagi and Mamoru messing up what could be so easy. It was easy to fall in love and Motoki knew these things his heart was more open to the possibilities than his friend Mamoru.
"I took Usagi home and she kissed me." Mamoru paused again waiting for Motoki to explode. Motoki's mind registered the information, his eyes lighting up in shock at the fact that they were moving faster than he had thought.
"She kissed you." Motoki second making it sound superficial, making it sound like he was the last person on earth that she would kiss. His eyes apologized for his mistake not wanting to come off that way, he calmed down some his mind eating the information, him trying to help Mamoru.
"Knocked off my mask and everything which is odd cause it sticks to my face like it's glued on. Her fingers brushed it not even pulling and it just fell. She kissed me; she didn't stop once she knew it was me. I'm getting kind of sloppy." Mamoru held back his smile leaving out the part where she had called him Mamo-Chan, leaving out the fact that his thoughts only revolved around her now, leaving out the fact that he wanted to be with her now.
"Don't tell me you forgot your mask." Motoki groaned understanding why Mamoru felt the way he felt. These were the times Mamoru thanked him the most, for understanding and being there. He bet Sailor Moon didn't have this problem, but he was grateful he had someone to share his thoughts with. Even though it was against his wishes Motoki decided to carry Mamoru's burden with him. Mamoru nodded face turning red with his stupidity, slightly embarrassed by his behavior overall, he knew that they had made a big scene crazier than usual. As if Motoki was reading his thoughts he asked the next question knowing that he would tell, not knowing that Mamoru wouldn't tell it all. The things that happened were too personal for even Motoki to know and he was sure that Usagi wouldn't tell her friends now, she had promised with her life. He saw that now, caught her purpose there in the bathroom, it was more to Usagi than she showed, more than she wanted people to know. She was willing to let his secret die with her, only a crazy woman in love would do such a thing and Mamoru didn't want to think that. She couldn't be, he wouldn't will it even though he wished it as his heart hammered beating against his chest.
"What happened in the bathroom?" Motoki was preparing himself for the worst after all Mamoru was Tuxedo Kamen, protecting himself in order to protect Sailor Moon came before Usagi. He never wanted to tell Mamoru that but he would if he needed to hear the words.
"She promised she wouldn't tell and I kissed her." He answered waiting for his friend to explode and it came full force because Usagi was still underage and Motoki loved the blonde girl like a sister.
"You what!" Motoki blew up knowing that the first time was her and the second time was him knowing that they were giving too much too soon, rushing things before they were stable setting themselves up to crash and burn. Motoki nearly ripped his apron, catching himself before he scared his friend; after all it was Mamoru's life and not his.
Usagi's mind throbbed with the new information that she had found out today leaving her back at round one, trying to manage her life seemed harder than fighting Queen Bryl's trash. Her life seemed to be swirling out of control with each new sun rise. Visions of her life before this taunted her thoughts as she walked back up the steps of the arcade. Returning to her usual spot, she sat back down in her chair wishing she would've walked home instead not ready to deal with their questions or stare into their curious eyes.
"Spill the beans Odango Atama" Rei and Minako said at once, moving closer to her to hear the gossip fresh out of the oven. It was getting hot and from the looks of it something else besides arguing went on behind the bathroom door. Usagi's mood changed, all cheeriness drained from her at the thought of them knowing her business pertaining to him. Even though they had a right to know they were her Guards, but she didn't want them to know that she was who they were looking for also. They didn't need to know that she was the Princess, everything would change. Their friendships would change, it sounded nice having people wait on her hand and foot but she just wanted to be normal, that person from her past life it wasn't her, she had become someone else during her second chance. She didn't know that her next answer would send them looking for Mamoru after she left.
"He beat me up." She said as she heard his familiar voice use her dreaded nick name her head snapped up towards his direction wondering why the hell he would push it right now.
"Odango Atama!" Mamoru called, watching her put on a little show. His smile came back to his features just staring at her. His mind went blank lost in her beauty he was unable to retort quickly like she had.
"You pig headed jerk. Didn't I kick your ass already?" Usagi hollered back jumping up out of her chair ready to pop him a couple of times for being so confusing. They were shocked foul language dropping out of Usagi's mouth was a once and a life time thing, it just didn't happen regularly he masked his shock with the others guessing that maybe he did send her over the edge today.
"Yeah… See you later Odango Atama." Mamoru left waving her goodbye wishing he could take her with him. His heart didn't feel so cold anymore, being with her just for the seconds they shared opened up his life more. He wanted to do something for her, anything but it had to be something beautiful, thoughtful, and it had to scream Usagi.
"All girls like jewelry." He mumbled to himself wondering if he should really do what he thought about doing. He wanted to marry the Princess but she didn't need to know that the ring was for somebody else. It wouldn't hurt giving her something for keeping him going this long. A promise for a promise would only be fair. It would be their promise ring, his apology, a gift from him to her. A small silver band, delicately crafted for the Princess. Would Usagi really accept was his main worry as his feet carried him towards his home, the small ring in his wallet sitting in his back jeans pocket.
'This is ludicrous.' He thought wondering why he needed her so much in just that short time span when alls he could ever remember before was teasing the young blonde to death.
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