Disclaimer: I don't know what to tell you, I know you had your hopes up but no. Still don't own Sailor Moon. Also, please be warned I have the flu and am currently on meds so if you see any boo-boos, my bad.
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Story 68: Other Therapies
Summary: He'd give anything to have her come back to life, even if it meant breaking her in half.
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"Why are you here?"
It, a question so casually strung together, was an inquiry he'd made so very long ago; to think of it in its proper season first played across his silver tongue would leave his head in a tizzy. Hold his breath he inclines his white, pristine gloved hand slightly, a small gesture which a highly trained guard notices quickly, moving to unlock the door. He does not release the breath that he's held until he's crossed the threshold; a tired routine for this old fool.
The sound of foot falls loudly marching across the tiled floor does not serve to stir him, transfixed is he to the image of the girl laid before him. "Dr?" A pixie haired girl playing nurse speaks behind him, her irises drawn into little hearts. "Where should I?" The novice glances around the small cell, nervously fidgeting, a plastic tray lying on her upturned forearms.
"Place it on the nightstand, then leave," And, although his face was stoic, revealing nothing his tongue was stern as he shinned his penlight into the dull, unreflective mirrors one might dare to call eyes.
Biting her lower lip the pixie girl continued to fidget, "But-" She pauses. "Isn't it more proper if I stay?" She questions, "I mean-"
Sighing, he fights the urge to pitch the bridge of his nose, "I do not require your assistance with this one."
Tensing her small shoulders her irises turn to daggers as her small feel stamp noisily across the tiled floor, slamming the tray down onto the nightstand. Making a noise of sheer disapproval she pivots on her heel before exiting the cell.
"She's like a child," He apologies, tongue tasting disgust- to what can only be described as a unmoving, hallow, casket of the once fiery girl he'd first encountered.
These pills, oh how they stifle the real me.
"I'd wish you'd behave," He clicks his penlight off. "Then possibly we could get you into a room with a view," The joke feels solemn, his ocean colored orbs rolling over the bare padded walls that ensnared her. "You've lost so much of your natural color already."
Her skin, that had once been the color of a rip peach in summertime now reflected a desolate grey, seeming almost sickly translucent. The fabric that laid woven of the quilt of her life had come undone, its frayed ends loosening, escaping and leaving her completely empty.
She needed salvation; escape.
Biting the very tip of his gloved finger he pulled his hand free, elegantly as could be expected. "How are the new meds making you feel?" He questions, expecting no response and without realizing it he places his ungloved hand on her cheek.
Touching her was a compulsion, devouring through his fingertips all that remained of this helpless girl.
"Your younger brother came to visit today." Her listless eyes widened by a mere fraction but he'd memorized her so well that it made him take notice.
It was a low blow indeed, but what more could he do?
"I, personally spoke to him, he wishes to see you better yourself. His new family," He almost choked on the word. "Is taking good care of him and they will do the same for you once you've-" Allowing the thought to drift he closed his eyes. "Well," He coughs knowing this is ill-advised. "He says he doesn't blame you for the fire."
Sour heart picking up into a frenzy, the young girl stirs in the creaky four post bed but the restraints at her ankles and feet keep her steady. "You," She manages to hiss, wetness streaming down her doll-like face.
"Why are you here?"
"I killed my parents."
"Usagi, your parents died in a fire, the police ruled it as being accidental."
"It was mine-"
"Just because it was your object that started the fire doesn't mean that anyone blames you."
"They should."
Pain; red hot searing pain and the reminder of what happened was about the only thing that brought her a little closer to him. Purposely he leans down licking the tear track, insides quivering. "Usako come back to me." He pleads; capturing her lips with his he hopes to breathe back the life into her unanimated body.
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An: So you know my birthday is come up, reviews always make me happy. Also, I've gotten a couple of ideas for the Dazed and Confused series, and I'm wondering would you guys like me to continue it or place these new ideas into another story?