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Story 51: Unwanted
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Feeling the ba-thump of her rhythmic heart through cotton laced backside caused his unusual sea colored eyes to tighten by a small fraction. Holding her now he felt some semblance of peace in the shallow, murky waters his consciousness resided in.
Viewing her bottom lip pull her expression down into a cruel frown in the glasses reflection pulled on too many barbed wire strings of remembrance.
Of a constantly weeping child and a boy who could do nothing more than watch in agony and pure, perverse fascination.
Unconsciously he held her tighter, confusion shifting through her sleeping expression.
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"It was thoughtful of the orphanage to suggest we live together," Usagi, the optimist that she was, voiced upon entering the rotting apartment with a single brown duffle bag in her possession.
It was a lie.
Rules and regulations had forced the orphanarium's hand, causing them to dispel the newly turned eighteen years old, Mamoru Chiba. Unable to help himself he'd only demanded one item as a parting gift.
A carry-on if you will: Usagi Tsukino.
With promises of violence to all those in opposition Mamoru took a hold of the young girl, slipping easily onto a liar's tale before hauling the petite thing behind him.
"Yes," He inclined his head softly. "Thoughtful," Somehow he managed to twitch his lips into his own awkward version of a smile. His long, lonely digits flexed, yearning for her own comforting embrace. Before they could be captured the young blonde scampered off in exploration, her expression shifting to that of a young, curious child.
Unperturbed by his surroundings Mamoru softly shut the door behind him before slinking into a shadowed corner in the sitting room. Breathing in the stale, moldy air he shut his damnable eyes, leaving them closed until he heard a familiar set of soft footfalls drawing ever closer.
"Mamoru," Usagi began voice forlorn.
Cocking an eyebrow Mamoru stared into her deep, worried eyes. "What is it?" His usual stoic voice hitched in concern.
"There is only one futon," Usagi stated softly, scarlet staining her cheekbones.
"Oh," Mamoru rubbed his chin. "We'll just have to share for the time being." His lips twitched, "It will be like when we were young."
"Idiot," Nervously she dug her big toe into the flooring. "It's different now," She stated conscious of her own changing, budding body.
"Doesn't have to be," Mamoru stated simply, raising his hand in invitation. Crossing the room Usagi swallowed the easy lie, nestling herself in-between his legs while he cradled her.
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The two blue eyed children were a product of an unwanted generation, their eyes forever giving away their impure ancestry and giving them the mark as children of abandoned alleyways. In this unforgiving world all that this young boy was certain of was the love he had for the small girl he held in his warm embrace.
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