Sorry guys… I know, I know! I say this every time I post a new chapter to this story, but I'm truly sorry. But, you know, on a sweet note, I started this story when I was a freshman in High School, and now I'm a senior in High School, and I'll be graduating in May!
…yeah, I know you all still hate me. But I promise! I've not given up on My Way. You see? Another chapter. Please don't give up on me. I'm just… slow x( But seriously, sorry guys.
This is going to be a very.. interesting chapter. Not for the faint of heart, and not for those who shouldn't be reading a fic rated M. This is the turning point of the story, where my rating comes in to play. Hope you enjoy and I don't let you down too too much with this chapter
I LOVE YOU ALL! No.. seriously, I do.
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My Way
Chapter 12 pt. 2:
Her head itched. Itched with all the anger that nerves and sweat can cause a head to itch, and so hers did. Her arms prickled with heat and sweat, and no matter where she turned, all she could see was Wufei.
Wufei's eyes were the color of death. Black, empty, ruthless orbs of triumph and cruelty, merciless with the experience of battle. On one hand, Usagi saw just a boy with black hair and eyes, with a nice build and a smirk on his face. On the other hand, she saw a trained elitist, eyes full of hate and intent upon ending her stay at the training camp. The smirk became a promise; one that Wufei seemed bent on keeping.
Usagi swallowed a rock of nerves. She stood in front of him, shorter and thinner, weaker and more afraid. Yet at the same time, her heart pumped with a new anticipation, and the blood that coursed through her veins seemed to scream with a bright excitement. A low pressure pushed deep in her abdomen, painful and welcome at the same time. Her whole body seemed to be reacting to this moment in time, this part of life she'd been training for the past six months. Was she ready, or not? Would she win, or not? Her body said one thing, her mind said another.
Mikoshi was speaking quietly with Kihono. She looked at the two fighters, and then looked back at the general. The pounding in her ears made it hard for Usagi to hear everything, but she caught snippets.
"Unprepared," Mikoshi was saying. "…extremely…Wufei and Shenji…match…expert in martial arts…temple guard…"
Usagi swallowed and stood in her still stance. Wufei stood tall, eyes now closed, arms crossed. He was a tree of confidence, a boulder of strength. And she was afraid of him.
Abruptly, a whistle blew. It blew loud and shrill, powerful and final.
Stupidly, Usagi turned her head toward the whistle to look at Trowa, but he wasn't even looking at her. She almost bristled. Didn't he care? What was he looking at? She turned her eyes and knew.
Wufei.
Wufei, hard and merciless. Wufei on her, over her, under her. Wufei everywhere and anywhere, and in all places painful.
She saw him once, but in the next moment he disappeared and a new bruise, bloody and festering, replaced his face. She felt pains everywhere, all at once, but couldn't seem to stop them. Inwardly, Usagi screamed and outwardly she blindly fought back, trying to find her attacker and failing each time.
Until finally, with one blow, she felt her head fly back and slam hard against the dirt ground. Pain vibrated throughout her entire skull. Usagi moaned allowed, spit blood, coughed, and wheezed all at once. She rolled over onto her side and pressed her hand hard into her swollen eye. Wufei had hit her directly in the face, so hard she'd been flung onto the ground. She hadn't gotten even one hit in.
She heard him prancing around her, circling her curled up body, complaining.
"This is my challenge?" he was shouting at Kihono and Mikoshi. "This is what I have trained six months to fight? This is my chance to prove that I am worthy to be a soldier—that I will be worthy in battle?" His eyes shot down toward Shenji's pitiful body, and he spit in the other boys face. "This is bullshit. This—" he grabbed the other boy by his partly unraveled bun and yanked the head up so all could see Shenji's battered face. "—this isn't even a man. This is nothing!" He threw Shenji's head down and kicked a bit of dirt in the boy's face. "This is a waste of my time." Wufei was seething, insulted. How dare anyone pit him against such an unworthy opponent!
Usagi was humiliated on top of being in pain. The back of her head throbbed where Wufei had yanked her, and her eyes stung a bit from the dirt inside of them. She tried blinking a few times and her eyes flooded themselves to get the particles out. Her bruised eye pulsated and protested when she blinked. She clenched her teeth. She clenched her fist.
Impossible.. I haven't even fought.. I'm already beaten.. I've already failed..
And she wanted to forfeit. What was she doing there? What was she doing in a camp? In a military camp! She was a senshi, not a war-hero! She wore tiny skirts and boots and used magic—she didn't parade around in oversized disgusting sweats and loose shirts. She didn't clunk around in boots and tie her hair back. She loved her hair. She was a woman, not a man. She was a senshi, not a human soldier!
Setsuna.. Ai.. where are you now? How could you leave me here! How could you let this happen! And this time, hot tears seeped from her eyes as the wind stopped blowing, people stopped murmuring and the world around her stopped moving. Time stood still. All of this went unnoticed, and still Usagi cried.
I am a Princess. I am Princess Serenity of the Moon Kingdom. I am royalty—I am not a human scum-soldier! I do not fight in wars against worthless humans who try to kill each other for power. No, I fight for love and peace, and I fight with my Senshi! Setsuna.. Ai.. how could you let this happen to me?
Usagi lay still in a shivering, heaving ball of sobs and genuine sorrow. Pitiful and alone, and she waited. She waited, and waited, and waited. Nothing happened. In the back of her mind, she expected Setsuna to appear and take her away, for her senshi to appear and fight with her and show everyone true power. She expected Mamoru, her love Mamoru, to re-live and rescue her from this task, as he had so many times before. She expected someone.. something from the old days, the days of Tokyo and high school..
And no one came.
Usagi sniffled and sighed. No one would come. The world was not hers anymore. Distantly, she thought of Rei and Rini and the news they'd brought the one time they had come to see her. Where were they now? Alone, like her? Bruised and battered, like her? Fighting an enemy that couldn't be taken down with magic because magic didn't exist—like her? So human, and so impossible to defeat. So human, and so impossible to defeat. So…
Human.. Usagi's eyes opened a bit and gathered a deep, painful breath. Humans. Humans were the creatures that tore lives apart and ruined planets. Humans were the people who killed and destroyed just for the thrill of power. No, she was not a human. She was Lunarian. Humans could die. Lunarians…could not?
For the first time, Usagi saw Wufei. His eyes were cold, steel, and motionless. His body was rigid and unmoving. He was frozen in time, just as everyone else was. He was pitted against and force he had no recollection of. He wasn't fighting another human—he was fighting a Lunarian.
Slowly, surely, and painfully, Usagi pushed herself to her feet. She stood as tall as she could and licked the blood from her lip, and then swallowed it. Unlike humans, Lunarians could stop time. And at one point, Usagi had fought for humans. Fought fair for humans. Fought for her friends—humans. Fought for the world.
But the world didn't care, and neither would she.
Kihono carried a knife in his belt. A blade so sharp it would cut without hesitation. A clean and deep cut. A cut Usagi needed.
She looked at Wufei, frozen in his spot, and she almost laughed. He looked so pitiful, so helpless. So angry.
She would kill him.
The knife was in her hands before she even realized it, and then she was looking at Trowa. His eyes were frozen, but still gentle. Still radiating the kindness she'd come to expect from him, pools of brown compassion. Pools of brown conviction. For one moment, she felt ashamed. Embarrassed and ashamed. And then she looked over at Hiiro. His eyes were frozen malice, urging her on. "Kill him.." they said in a seductive, whispery sweetness. "Kill him and be done. This is a command." Her mind swelled with thoughts. Her conscience said no. Her instinct said yes. Her stomach boiled with pain and anxiousness, and then just pain without anxiousness. The stress of six months had built up to this moment, and now it boiled over on her and Kihono's knife, angry, thick, and bloody.
Oh, my God..
Her control was slipping. She could hear birds chirping again, could see the life flickering back into Wufei's eyes, and at the last moment, right before her hold on time was gone, she threw Kihono's knife and it slid nicely in front of Wufei's feet.
Wufei's rant started as if it had never stopped. "…this pitiful piece of human existence!" he was screaming, and he flung his hand at Shenji, his audience the whole camp, and then he looked at the other boy in anger. Then, in shock. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped slight. Confused, he squinted a bit at the boy's training gi. A familiar, question color stained the front of the boy's pants, quickly expanding with each breath the boy took. It slid to the ground and splattered, staining the boy's shoes as well. "What the f—"
"Treason!" The scream was high and feminine. The voice was cold and final.
Usagi felt faint, felt faint and nauseas and angry, pressing cramps dug into her abdomen until she couldn't even stand any longer. She fell to her knees in a sticky, bloody mess, and then she was lying on her side, eyes flickering between blue and a pale slate color. Her head pounded.
People were yelling. People were running, talking. Wufei was arguing with Kihono and Mikoshi, and someone was lifting Usagi up onto a stretcher. A threat was being made. People were everywhere, around her, touching her, pulling at her clothes. Voices were screaming, screaming and gasping, continuing in this pattern until they meshed into one loud, pushing voice inside Usagi's aching skull.
And then, without anyone telling her, she knew. She knew that they knew.
Usagi had been found out.
Shenji was a woman.
Okay, now if you guys don't get what happened, it'll all be explained in the next chapter. I promise! And I won't take forever to get the next chapter out. Really, I won't. I write as this comes to me. I'm so sorry again, guys. Please don't hate me!
AzureChan