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Mamoru walked Usagi over to her house. There was a lot on her mind, and she just had to talk with her parents. She knew that they weren't bad people, that there was just something they felt strongly about. She didn't know why, but she was about to find out.
They got to the house. With hesitation, Usagi took his arm from around her shoulders and held onto his hand. She looked up into his eyes as they started to rim with unshed tears.
"Don't worry, I'll be right out here waiting for you," he said.
Usagi nodded. She gave his hand one final squeeze and then entered the house. It was quiet, more so than usual. She continued into the den where she found her family sitting. "Mom? Dad?" she asked trying to keep her voice steady. They both turned and smiled as they went over to her. Ikuko took her into an embrace and then Kenji did the same. It was clear that they had missed her.
"Welcome home," Ikuko said.
Usagi looked up with guilt. "I'm sorry, it's just that when I was told that I had to get married to some one, I couldn't do it. I can't force myself to love some one," Usagi said.
Ikuko looked to Kenji and motioned for him to give them a moment. He walked out of the room and left Usagi and Ikuko to talk on the couch. Ikuko looked down and sighed. She then looked up at Usagi who was eager to hear what she had to say. "Usagi," she started. She hated being in this situation, but it had to be done.
"What is it mother?" she asked getting impatient.
"The thing about the marriage to Hideo. It still stands," she said looking down.
"What?" she asked trying her hardest to hold back tears.
"You have to understand, that's how my family has worked for many many generations. When your father and I met, yes we fell in love, but that was just coincidence that my father chose him to be my husband. That's how my parents got married, and their parents, and then their parents. That's the tradition in this family. You can't just lose that many years of tradition over a relationship that neither of us approves," Ikuko said.
Usagi stared off to the side. There was no way that she could be hearing that. She and Mamoru had gone through way too much to have it split apart like they were trying to do.
"Why do you hate Mamoru?" she asked starting to cry.
"I don't hate him. And neither does your father. It's just that you two are six years apart, you barely knew anything about each other when you started dating, which is horrible when you're with some one so much older. It was never responsible," Ikuko said.
"I brought him home to you. There were no secrets," Usagi argued.
Ikuko just sighed. "You're right, but that still doesn't change my mind. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but that's just the way that it goes," she explained.
Usagi looked down and wiped a tear that had started to trickle down her cheek. "Alright," she said and then stood up. "If that's how you really feel. Tell Shingo that I'll see him some other time." Usagi walked out of the house, her face covered by tears. Her eyes red and puffy. Closing the door behind her, she looked down at Mamoru who was looking to her with sympathy. Shaking her head, she fell to her knees. Mamoru ran up to her and sat down beside her. He took her in his arms and did his best to comfort her. Usagi lifted her head and looked up into his eyes. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around him. "No matter what they say, I'll only love you," she said. "They can't make me love some one else," she said.
A familiar face roamed about in a darkened space. She wondered over to the front of what seemed to be a dark palace of some sort.
"It feels so good to be back here," she said ominously as her eyes glared across the room with an evil smile pasted on her face.
Alright, maybe the bottom part may not make sense yet, but it will later on. As usual, tell me what you think and thank you to those who have been reviewing.