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Story Twenty-Six: Scarlet Flavored Tears
Timeline: Forty-eight hours after House of Liars and Fakes
Rating: T'ish
Warnings: Blood
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A scarlet butterfly flew, pirouetting through the air only to plummet, a death spiral kind of dance onto naked porcelain skin. Splatter. No sooner did its sticky wings greet ashen plains did a dark tone resound through the night's heart. Vibrations shivered throughout her esophagus, humming an oddity of a tune that simply held no rhythm or reason. Tightly gripping the hilt Usagi yanked her steel's lusty tip out from the flesh it so predominantly desired.
An abrasive moan governed the still air, more scarlet butterflies escaping through rotting, hemorrhaging tissue.
The low hum grew ever so louder when Usagi staggered, departing her own scarlet signatures on stone and brick. Eyes dim, she allowed her feet to lead her home; no room in her mind's eye for ardent thoughts much less regret.
Liquid Novocain ran chaotically through her major bodily systems spreading its numbing relief that the blonde so vastly craved. The eternal spell was only shifted when she stood outside of her own bedroom door. Piano keys slipped through the cracks of the aged wood, filling her up, unwanted emotions threatening to spill over.
Biting her inner cheek Usagi's quivering hand gripped the hilt of her sword before proceeding to kick down the wooden door. Sharp eyes scanned, finding no visible threat. Breathing in she was thoroughly assaulted by the plaguing scent of roses; her eyes instantly locked on the petals that littered her bed, a folded white paper resting on her pillow.
Sharpe azure dulled, scarlet laced fingers twitched upon releasing her blade allowing gravity to cradle it quite lovingly to the floor. The movements that proceeded seemed far too rushed to her, a little too excited for her liking as she crawled on the bed to retrieve the note.
Because, you look better nestled in bed of roses then surrounded by bullets.
Bullets; the punctured epidermis on her side shrieked a most unpleasant snarl at the reminder. Blinking she allowed the offensive note to drop back onto the bed, reaching behind her pillow for a stuffed bear. Hugging the creature of comfort to her chest she inhaled deeply, allowing the scent to assault her scenes once more.
"What are you to me?" Usagi questioned, her notes of her bell-like voice twisting with the perfected tones of the piano keys drifting out of the speakers mounted on her walls. "A person like me, doesn't deserve," She allowed her words to trail off, a sharp, uncomfortable pain turning deep within her chest.
Feeling contemned at her own weakness caused Usagi to hug the bear tighter, "What are you doing to me?" Sparking moister ran down her cheeks intertwining with dried scarlet.
Sleep found her through the onslaught of tears and as she fell Usagi found herself comforted, surrounded by the heavy scent of roses; his signature scent.
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An: I don't think I'm going to be able to update tomorrow, I somehow agreed to come into work an hour early and stay until I'm needed. Yah overtime! But, you know ten hours does kill my muse.
You know I was looking back at this collection and I realized, I haven't done any Tuxedo Kamen and Sailor Moon one-shots. Shame on me, I have to fix that soon.
Thank you all for the reviews, especially to those new, first time reviewers of TONI! (And kisses to my princesses whom I love to spoil) This weekend when I update I will be sure to call you all out by name but right now my bed is lookin' so fine! Especially because I have a five am wake up call!
Night, enjoy and review!
Five more reviews and TONI becomes my top grossing fic ever!
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