The Midnight Run

Chapter 7

Rogue Cherokee

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The Midnight Run.
Chapter 7


The sound of a person clearing their throat retrieved them from their own world. A tall woman with short red hair glared at them, or rather at Ami standing next to them. The atmosphere around them stretched into thickness, as the lady's right eyebrow shot up. Ami quickly released Usagi's hand taking two steps back away from her.

"What did you learn in class?" The lady asked her dark blue eyes piercing through the little girl whom seemed scared to stare at her. Ami's eyes fell to the floor; the shine becoming more interesting than the question she was asked, her staring at her reflection.

"Not to talk to strangers." Ami whispered with a sigh feeling exasperated at her current situation, wondering how she would become adopted if she couldn't at least talk to potential parents, or how she could make friends outside of the orphanage if she wasn't allowed to talk to outsiders. The feelings of darkness washed back over Mamoru as he realized that he too once was her, once was just like her in ways and the whole in his stomach grew. He sympathized with the small child cause she too would face many challenges that he had.

Usagi gaped, not believing the nerve of the older woman who Usagi assumed worked at the orphanage, Usagi thinking along the lines of her being immediately removed. Usagi directly ignored the lady and turned back around to Ami taking in her frightened appearance.

"It was nice meeting you Ami, I'll come back to visit, I promise." Usagi said staying true to her words, bending down to give Ami a goodbye hug. Mamoru followed in pursuit. Ami smiled through hazy eyes.

"Thank you." She had whispered, her defeated look melting away to be replaced with a brighter form. Ami smiled as she watched Mamoru and Usagi brush pass mean ole Ms Tariki to stroll on out of the orphanage doors. Her eyes glistened with fresh tears as new found hope entered her heart knowing that they wouldn't leave her behind.

The check for the orphanage sat there in Mamoru's pocket forgotten as he marched after Usagi's regal form. He felt strange as if he was staring at a new girl, or finally seeing her for the first time. Her entire essence spoke don't fuck with me, and he liked the change a little from the small timid defenseless front she usually would showcase. Her eyes stormed sieges that he couldn't even comprehend on first glance. She looked as if she had the world's weight on her shoulders, quickly deciding on what to do. He noticed her picking off her options as her heals clicked on the ground. Her steps becoming softer as she seemed to calm down. It was a silent conversation they shared, no words needed to be spoken but her body language and his had done the talking.

The conversation about Ami's plight had died after Usagi had finished walking stopping to stand in front of Mamoru as her other problem reared its ugly head again. She wasn't sure if she had another heart break in her but she chanced it anyway to see if he meant what he said earlier inside of the glum orphanage. Her cheeks were slightly rosy in her frustration, her face in her usual pout which Mamoru loved.

"Did you mean what you said in there, will you give a thought about us?" She asked willing him to face their destiny, her body immobilized, feet planted firmly on the spot. Mamoru stared at her, the feeling of her being the one washing over him again. He would've never really considered otherwise, she was the only one who could make him feel so many things. Make him feel so many emotions all at once, happy then sad, sad then happy, angry then pure joy. That was Usagi the many shades and colors of her, the beauty of her world, and you felt happy when you were in her world. The thought of how he had left her in her bedroom crying out to him caused his regret to rise again.

'She love's you as much as you love her.' He told himself chancing his future on her, not caring anymore if his destiny was already planned, he would rearrange it.

"Yes." He said reaching for her, ready to claim her as his own; her bottom lip began to tremble under his warm gaze.
The sky began to cry, cracking open, hard cold droplets of rain beating down washing their sins from their souls. She cried then, her arms wrapping around him and he pulling her close, she sniffled.

"I've been alone all my life and maybe loving a dream was what kept me going." He murmured in her ear, her shivering, and he trying to soak up most of the rain and protect her. Lightening crashed, sky lighting up like she just lost her favorite video game, but no words flashed saying storm over. She was scared as he held her she should tell him now but she didn't he was admitting to her but she couldn't not now. They were soaked, her sweater clinging to her, her jeans becoming an extra layer of skin, he draped his black blazer over her shoulders. His shirt sticking to him, showing the outline of his wife beater underneath, his muscles flexing with his emotions.

"This is what happens when the Heavens cry, when two Gods fall in love." She said molding her body closer to his as his head bent down and her mouth parted to allow him entrance. Their tongues danced a slow tango, both their eyes closing savoring the moment. In that moment he knew that he loved her, needed her more than he needed a dream. All of the baggage he was carrying he had released, he had let go to be with her. Her fairytale had finally come true, the cords in her soul folding around him and her enveloping them in their soul bond. Her moon symbol flared again, bangs matted to her forehead hiding the glowing symbol from view. Fire burst forth through him, memories fogging through his mind, they seemed so clear, the pieces falling away as quickly as they had invaded him. He pulled away from her, tears mingled with the rain. Usagi cupped his cheeks, savoring those watery blue eyes. So much had passed through them in that instance, life seeming to change for the good. Mamoru broke the silence first coming back from the place she had sent him to, heaven.

"Come on before you catch a cold." He said taking in their appearance, trying desperately to warm her trembling form. She wasn't cold her body was on fire, from what had just happened, trembling from the aftermath. He breathed deeply feeling as if his life had started over, staring at her through new eyes. She needed to know now that he wouldn't change his mind then she would really be pissed.

"Mamo-Chan, are you sure? Are you sure you want to give all of that up for me?" She asked him, her voice quivering from the chill of his gaze, her small hands folding over her arms standing her ground.

Never Usako, it's you I love. The past means nothing, you are my future." He huskily replied draping his arm around her shoulder keeping her close to him. She smiled through the thunder, through the chilly rain, through the high healed knee boots killing her feet, she smiled.


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