Sunlight barely came through the closed curtains; the cloth was pulled as tightly together as they could possibly go. Nothing but the silent ticking of a wall clock, hidden somewhere in the depths of the room. Shadows cast themselves over the already dark furniture, a lone figure barely visible sat in the darkest corner.
The glass in his left hand clinked around the ice, but again all fell silent.
What happened? Mamoru thought holding his head. Pain cascaded throughout his head and body, but it didn't make the images any less friendly.
Usagi's shocked face haunted his head, rolling around playing with his already mixed-up emotions. Why had she been there in the first place?
That's not the point, and you know it.That sly voice said, cracking into his conscious.
What's that supposed to mean? He asked himself, his drink already fogging up his head.
Why have you been avoiding her? It asked back.
I... He stopped short; he really didn't have an explanation.
Holding his head more, he gritted his teeth against the pain of his hangover.
A loud knock resounded on the door before he was able to keep up the conversation with that voice. He didn't move to answer it, hoping whomever it was would just turn away, and leave him in his own self-wallow.
"Mamoru?" A call came out as the door was opened, and the lights flicked on. His two friends stood in front of him, "Dude you look like hell", the shorter said.
"Come on, we gotta get outta here. Some pretty fine woman will be at the club tonight," The other said smirking. He really didn't see anything wrong with the situation.
Drinking the rest of his drink in one gulp, and making it harder for that voice to reach him. What was he supposed to do about anything right now?
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Seiya stood practically glaring at the screen in front of him. "I told you it was no problem sir," a security guard said behind him, but nothing fazed him at that moment. "Just seems like the guy was caught in the act", the buffed up guard said and laughed.
On the screen was the club the night before; he watched as Mamoru walked straight up to his beloved Usagi, watched the wretched heart felt look come across her face, and finally watched her fall without anything from her supposed fiancé. Rewinding it back and focusing on his goddess, he watched her have her heart torn out over and over. His teeth gritted and he slammed his fist hard down on the keyboard it made the other man jump back.
"He can't do that to her..." he mumbled before turning and walking straight out the door of the club. "Not if I have anything to say about it".
A couple hours went by and Seiya made his way to the last club on his list. The sun had started to settle, and the lights light up around the capital- making everything seem more like daylight than it actually was.
He was walking down an ally into the hidden entrance, when just as he was reaching for the door- it opened. It slammed opened and out stumbled Mamoru, the man of the hour.
Just my luck. Seiya thought as he scoffed, looking at the pathetic man in front of him. His shirt open and missing buttons, his pants wrinkled and town a bit, his hair was disheveled. It already looked like someone beat the crap out of him; unfortunately it was just how someone so drunk off his ass looked.
Stumbling along, he reached out for something that wasn't there, until he finally fell into a puddle. Giggling a bit, he picked himself back up still wobbling. Seiya watched in disgust at the display; Usagi actually loved this man? Or at least she used to.
Mamoru's head lifted and he noticed the other man standing there, looking at him- though he didn't quite notice the look of disgust and hate clearly written on his face. "Seiya?" He asked before stumbling his way with a smirk on his face. "How are you man?"
"A lot better than you, obviously," he said, not trying to hide his feeling for the other man. Mamoru only laughed again.
Suddenly Mamoru looked sullen, almost in contemplation. "You know, I used to worry about you and Usa-ko..." he started. Seiya balled his hands into a fist- that stupid pet name again, he doesn't have the right to say it anymore! "But I've realized, she will always be mine. No matter how bad I've treated her, she wants to be queen so badly it won't even matter. Right?" He was right in the middle of a huge smile when Seiya's fist finally connected with his jaw.
Mamoru fell back, hitting the wall behind him hard, but before he had a chance to blink- he was hit again. Knocking his head to the left, he felt the pain shoot out from his cheekbone as it slammed into the brick.
"You have no right to do that to her!" Seiya yelled, hitting him again. "She's done everything for you, been everything for you, she's waited for you for so long- not because of her damn future, but because she was in love with you!" He said, hitting him again and again at each height of his words. Backing up against the opposite wall, gasping for breath he watched the other man sink to the ground.
Spitting up a good amount of blood from his busted lip, Mamoru's head rolled until he heard that annoying voice yet again.
He's right you know, it spat out at him. Mamoru's eyes opened but his vision kept spinning, it was almost as if the voice was all around him. I know... he said softly.
"Usa-ko...what did I do..." he said aloud in his drunken stumper before his eyes closed and he passed out, with an image of the moon behind his eyelids.
--Hey guys! Whats up? Ive been sooo busy lately, and i apologize- im trying to get a new chapter up each week...well see if i make it or not, lol. Thank you all so much for your reviews! They really mean the world to me! Kaley
