Disclaimer: Just how many times do we have to go thru this? Le sigh, ok, one last time. I don't own Sailor Moon, but girls can dream, right?.
Story 63: Oddity
Summary: Freaks just happen to be alluring, don't cha think?
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Childhood nostalgia choked the humid still air of midnight and with each intake of shaky breath told whispers of days of old that she longed to embrace. Carelessly discarded popcorn bins and greasy hotdog cartons littered the dirt path and although she paid them no heed she knew from memory that glowing eyes awaited in the gloom; mice waiting to steal a meal.
Black boots wrapped in guitar strings led her to find him in a shadow's warm embrace, his fox smile pulling back his lips to reveal carefully sharpened teeth that seemed to glow. Stepping towards her he ignored the rust bitten chains that tried to keep him at bay, the moonlight highlighting the black, inky letters that were strewn across his jugular; vicious.
"Usa," His scratchy barley-there-voice crooned, his long pale fingers penetrating the space in-between his cell's steel bars. Calling, a gust of wind heeded his command and released its furry, its sturdy hands untying an ember color ribbon from her hair before carrying it to his eagerly awaiting outstretched palm.
Gently wrapping the trophy around his wrist his ocean colored orbs seemed to penetrate her own serving to unleash within her a tempest of unfiltered memories that crashed against her mental eye.
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"Vam," Her childish voice wailed dreamily, her dimpled hand reached towards the bars while he watched delighted, a toothy grin spreading across his jaw.
"Usagi!" A woman's panic laced voice shrieked in undiluted horror and before the small child could even turn to see the source of the sound a pair of hands gripped her, pulling her away from the cage. The small girl could only watch, filled with disappointment as the boy behind the bars crooked his index finger in silent farewell before retreating into the shadows.
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A cheeky grin was set on the young's blonde's innocent lips, a red balloon securely tied to her dainty wrist. "What's your name?" She paused, awaiting a response from the seemingly uninterested boy behind the cold bars. Pointing to her own green jacket where a white patch had been sewn to her breast pocket, illustrating a cartoon'ish bunny. "Mine is U-sa-gi," She mouthed carefully.
He approached her now, sliding across the straw lined floor that made up his pen. His red tongue darted out to lick his pale, crusty lips. "Usa," A raspy voice that should only belong to a soulful jazz singer crawled out from between his lips.
Glee overflowed from her very being but before she could respond a shadow engulfed the young girl and caused the boy to shoot back in his cage. Wide-eyed Usagi turned towards the person casting and was relieved when she saw the familiar face of the ringmaster staring back at her.
His shinny boyish face had always been plastered around town annually announcing the return of his oddities under the big top. His emerald orbs that seemed so inviting in the photograph now turned cold, smile tight. "Miss Tsukino, how many times will I have to tell you not to wander off back here?" He sighed, reaching down to take a hold of her bicep, receiving a chilling hiss from behind the bars in return. The ringmaster clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his orbs promising pain. "I'll deal with you in a moment," He shifted towards the girl. "Come, your mother has already turned frantic child."
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Adolescents had shaped the blonde with lines of defined rebellion. After her mother's sheer refusal of bringing her to watch her precious vam-vam, as Usagi once childishly dubbed him, when the circus rolled around annually in the fall Usagi had grown accustomed to sneaking out her window in search of the boy behind bars.
"Usa," His raspy voice caressed the syllable, lifting up his wrist to bask in the scent of her hair. Blood visibly rushed, painted her cheeks with a scarlet brush and as her orbs dilated she found an unpronounced heat building within her.
"Vam," She found herself slipping into the old childish name upon stepping towards him, her heartstrings getting tangled up in her throat. He smiled devilishly, his midnight colored hair billowing in the soft breeze. Standing in front of the nameless boy, who'd turned into a man in her ever-changing orbs, seemed almost overwhelming.
Without warning his hands shot out from between the bars taking a hold of her upper arms causing her to tremble. The move hadn't frightened her in the least but served to rather form a strange knot of heat in the pit of her stomach that further intensified when he began to draw designs on her creamy flesh with his long, pale fingers.
Orbs inviting he whispered her name again before his hand left her, cold instantly washed over the girl. Before she could protest his hands encircled the bars and with a loud groaning sound the bars yielded to his command, bending out of his way,
"Oh," Usagi breathed out in awe, having never witnessed his amazing strength on stage. Breathing turned ragged his orbs locked on hers, speaking volumes of his desire and without hesitating she leaned in towards him.
His mouth surprisingly tasted of honeysuckle, warm and caressing her while his hands cupped her cheeks. Clumsily his sharpened teeth nicked at her wandering pink tongue, slashing droplets of sticky sweetness onto his tongue. He groaned, eyes dilating before he whisked her up into his embrace, pulling her towards the comforting shadow of his cage. Vowing to the night's sky to take an eternity to explore all that comprised this, his little precious girl.
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An: With it being October I couldn't help it, tee hee.