Rebel Angels
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, so please don't assume that I do.
Chapter 1
Usagi Tsukino, that's my name, it's a nice name I suppose; pretty and simple. I was born to the nicest of parents, or so I was told. In truth I have never met them; they died when I was very young.
How ironic that such nice people came to such horrible ends at such a young age. The only memory I have of them is faint and I'm not even sure whether it's real or if it was fabricated from all the stories I was told while growing up in the orphanage and then in various foster homes. I remember my mother had long hair and smelled sweet, like flowers or was it fruit, maybe it was both. Perhaps it was also fabricated by the people at the perfume company; a million different mothers could have the exact same smell way. But I seem to remember that there was something different about her; it was her warmth. My father, I remember him being strong and I remember his laugh.
So here I am, Usagi Tsukino, successful accountant at 25. Normal as can be except for my unusual hair and eerie eyes that seem to scare everyone away. I seemed to have survived what many people think to be a hard childhood. Maybe it was but what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. And let me tell you, my teen years almost did kill me. Kids of this new age are ruthless and mean.
I work for a large business firm that pays absurdly well, how fortunate for me. I like it, the largeness of the company allows me to become one of many; it lets me fade away. Hmm…I will never truly fade because I'm the senior financial analysist for the firm and have a hoard of little accountants at my beckoning. How lovely.
Anyways why am I telling you all this? That would be because you asked me to of course, well, not you personally but the editors of this magazine. They seem to think I'm a role model to other less than fortunate children of the world. So they asked me to tell you all about my life. There it is…
Usagi stared at her computer screen, how pathetic; her life filled less than one page. So she sat there trying to think of ways to make the potential readers of this magazine less bored.
Ami walks in then, "Usagi, it's 5 o'clock, time to leave and go home and leave the rest of the saving of the world, one account at a time for Monday."
"Ami I'm appalled at you, are you implying that I'm a workaholic!"
"No, of course not, I'm implying that you're an extreme workaholic with no social life what so ever. Why don't you come out with us to the club?"
I look at her for a minute, total exasperated. How many times have I blown them off this month, I can't even keep track any more. This thought hits me and I realize that I've become restless and quite possibly very grouchy. Ah, my poor friends, my only friends that I might have alienated because of my old-lady-like mannerisms. I decide to go out with them tonight and I tell her as much. Her expression changes from a frown to an excited smile.
"Excellent, meet us at Rei's at 7 o'clock, and please don't be late."
"I won't be and maybe I'll put on something sexy just for you guys." I give her my best smothering look and wink at her. She rolls her eyes and turns to leave. I stay seated in my chair until I here the elevator ding and the doors close. Then I let out a sigh and get up to leave as well. I wonder faintly what I've gotten myself into, every time I go out with my friends something bad happens, well not bad but certainly not desirable. But I've stood them up too many times this month to reject their offer again.
So I take the elevator down to my car and try to mentally prepare for the night ahead of me, though unconscientiously remember that no amount of preparation can ever allow me to be ready. sigh it is definitely going to be a long night.
