Michiru's face was completely drained of color. She bit her lip gently and then took a deep breath before speaking again, now a little louder.
"Guys, there is something you should see", she turned to them and for a moment, her eyes met Mamoru's. Her expression was unreadable, but it was clear from her tone, something serious was happening. Mamoru turned to regard his boss, who hesitated, obviously not thrilled by the idea of regarding the corpse again. Mamoru wasn't thrilled by the idea himself, but as Setsuna passed him, heading toward Michiru and the corpse, he gathered his courage and followed. As only few paces separated him from the corpse, he caught the smell of it, and felt his stomach rise.
"Oh Lord…", he took step back. He felt like vomiting again. "What's wrong with me? Why can't I make myself to look at the corpse?", he asked himself, though he knew the answer. The dead prostitute reminded him, with her long brown hair and porcelain skin, of his, long dead sister, Makoto. He sighed as painful memories returned to him and chased the thoughts of his sister away. By then, Setsuna was already pulling the blanket off. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion as she turned to Michiru. Michiru said something, pointing her finger to, what used to be, girl's stomach. Setsuna's eyebrows raised in shock and, what seemed to be, disgust. She let the blanket fall on the girl once more as she turned to left, her face completely white.
"Chiba, why are you still standing here? Go and look at the body!", his boss pushed him toward Michiru.
"I'm going, I'm going… You coming too, boss?"
"I'm not crazy, I appreciate good night sleep, thank you!", his boss exclaimed, shaking his head. "I'm not sure I want to see what lies underneath those covers again"
Mamoru smiled dryly and headed toward Michiru. She pulled off the covers for him and waved her hand for him to look. At first he didn't understand what she was pointing on but as she urged him to look closer, his eyes widened in surprise.
"That goddamned bastard put a camera in her… her stomach!", he exclaimed, as he backed off.
"So that is a camera", Michiru shook her head. "I couldn't be sure if it is really a camera, but now we know it for sure"
As Mamoru approached to look again at the camera, which was hidden in the bloody hole of meat and organs that was once a girl's stomach, he noticed there was something weird with the earring girl wore. He pulled it off and smashed it in his hand. Michiru turned to regard him in surprise.
"It was a microphone. That damn psycho was listening us this whole time. That sick bastard was listening to us whole this time!!!", Mamoru felt his anger rise.
"Damn it!"
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Rei was sitting on a cold stone bench in a park across the cheap motel, waiting for Usagi. She crossed her legs, then uncrossed them, then stood up, then sat again. The waiting was killing her. She ran her finger trough her long raven hair and sighed. She stood up again and took a cigarette from her purse, putting her behind her ear and then started searching furiously for lighter. When she finally found it, she put cigarette between her lips and lit it. She inhaled deeply and let the smoke out. She smiled.
"Now its better", she smiled contently and then turned to regard the window of the room 206, where she knew Usagi was. She hated they had to do that, but there was no other choice for them. Or was it? Was there another path and they were just too blind and stubborn to see it?
"Usagi… I'm so sorry"
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FLASHBACK
"Rei-chan, do I really have to do that?", Usagi asked, her lower lip trembling as her eyes filled with tears.
"Yes!" Rei yelled at her, and then lowered her voice, adding softly, "You know I don't like it anymore you do, but it's necessary if we ever want to reach Europe"
Usagi nodded and wiped her eyes, which now seemed cold and emotionless.
"You're right. It's all that matters. There we will start anew", she said in cold voice which made Rei shiver.
"Usagi, you know that I would do that if I could, but with all those scars on my body, who would want me? You know I would if I could, right? You're not mad at me, are you?"
"No, I'm not mad, I understand. To me it makes no difference; I already did that, plus, let's not forget, I was raped by my own father", she said coolly, but then her eyes softened, "I don't blame you, so… Don't worry, ok? I'll be ok. We will be ok"
END OF FLASHBACK
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Though Usagi always seemed so cheerful and full of life, Rei knew the truth. That day, when she made her prostitute herself again, she did something unforgivable. That day, when she sent her to room 206 for the first time, she damaged her. Usagi wore on her heart a scar that would never heal.
She watched Usagi as she walked out of the motel, bright smile on her face as usual. But her eyes were cold and emotionless as always. As she watched her she knew that she damaged Usagi. That she damaged her beyond repair.