Disclaimer: Ah'm berry sowy, but I still don't own Sailor Moon!
Part 55: Parfait d'amour part sei
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The First time he Stole from her
A hallow voice ferried by the night's wind feathery embrace cried out a passionate warning. Don't, its ghost-like hands wrapped around his exposed neck but the sound seemed to rise up on deaf ears.
"Go," The shadowed figure muttered and with a shake of his broad shoulders the sightless raven resting on his armor took off in the vast skies with a cry of defiance.
With the proficiency of a master thief his gloved digits found entrance through the glass window. The moonlit night's sky poured onto the downy sheets, illuminating her figure. No sooner had he crawled onto her bed her eyes popped open in alarm.
"Endo?" She breathed out, gasping while shooting into a sitting position. Confusion pained her face as she watched the man who was the perfect doppelganger of her Mamoru crawling towards her. "My father-" She began, his cold body covering hers.
The threat choked, dying a quick death inside her voice box when he flashed the full onslaught of her pupil-less orbs on her.
"Usa," He crooned, his hands moving to undo her odangos.
That small gesture, string of syllables was enough to allow her heart to swell, leaving her completely undone.
Kissing her now he laid her down onto the bed, enveloping her torso in his strong, icy arms. She felt the pull almost instantaneously, her life's energy being pulled through her parted lips.
And while he unbuttoned her pajamas top an unmistakable voice Usagi would never forget cried out, begging for her forgiveness.
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An: First I just wanted to extend my deepest apologies to each and every one of you for my behavior in the author's note in the last chapter. I was going thru a bout of insomnia and when you're up for over twenty-four hours you make emotional decisions not based on rationality.
I was never going to leave writing (a lot of people thought that and I'm sorry for that), I just was going to end this early and start another collection called Tokyo Zombie. I figured since this one was sliding maybe a fresh start would make me feel better and pull more of you guys back into my twisted tales.
Its like, the stuff that I put on this website I write for an audience not really for myself, so when a lot of people don't respond I instantly think, oh my, that really must have sucked.. nobody liked it and lose my confidence completely. That's why I'm always so thankful for people when they do leave a nice comment it gives me encouragement to grow.
Again, I'm really sorry; it was indeed irrational and selfish.
I hope you guys can forgive me.
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