Killing him hadn't been difficult.
A golden eye gleamed in the semidarkness, drinking in the mangled form at its feet. Yes, the man was utterly insufferable. He'd so been looking forward to it, today was the day, and he'd done it slowly. His plan, everything, set in motion. Unexpectedly, he'd been seen by her, was that good or bad? He wasn't sure just yet...
He stepped over the motionless body, tired of looking at him, and picked up the framed picture on the man's desk. It showed his angel, smiling at the camera, surrounded by her friends. Her friends...
He left, leaving the front door slightly ajar. She would see it and she would know something was wrong. Then she would open the door...a smile far from sane touched his lips as he made his way back. Let the games begin.
xXx
The time came to lock up and close the store, so Usagi pulled the till from the register while Aya locked the doors. Omi was out on delivery, so she'd taken over the register for him for the afternoon. As she rested the tray on her hip, her eyes met the violet ones of Aya, and she smiled brightly at him. "Aya-kun, would you like me to count Omi's till? Or would you rather wait for him to do it?"
"Go ahead and head home, before it gets dark." He replied, pulling his apron off and hanging it behind the counter. Usagi placed the till on the counter, and removed her apron as well, hanging it aside Aya's. She grabbed her purse, pulling her cell phone out to check for messages, while her mind drifted back to the strange man in the window earlier. A shiver ran up her spine, and her fingers fumbled over the keys on her phone.
Usagi walked for the door, getting ready to leave, as she looked out into the dim evening street. It was already quite empty, strangely, since it wasn't quite late yet. The blonde stopped, her hand on the door, and looked back to the redhead. "Aya-kun?"
"Yes?" He turned towards her again, his green eyes only slightly inquisitive. Her pearly white teeth bit down on her bottom lip, and she lost her nerve. The walk to hers and Mamoru's apartment was at least fifteen minutes, she couldn't ask Aya to walk that with her and back on his own.
"Never mind, have a good night." The rabbit flashed a smile before exiting, looking back down at her cell phone to see she did, in fact, have a message. Dialing in her voicemail, she typed in her password before holding the receiver to her ear to listen.
"Usako, I guess you're working right now. I wanted to take you out to dinner tonight, after you get off work. Think about it." A small smile graced Usagi's lips as she deleted the message from her inbox. Her fear left her as she thought about what she would wear tonight. Her lunch was light, so her stomach was already grumbling for food. Where would Mamoru take her?
"Oh god, sorry," Usagi gasped as she ran straight into someone. She huffed, there was really no one else on the sidewalk, and the person could've easily avoided her. She looked up, and felt her breath leave her, as though she'd been socked a good one in the stomach.
The single, visible golden eye glinted down at her, before they walked off. Usagi realized she was a block from her apartment, and set off at a run, her white tennis shoes padding noisily on the empty sidewalk. She sprinted up the stairs to the second floor, digging for her apartment keys, but as she reached the door, she realized it was open. Her whole body came to a halt, though she panted from exertion.
The windows were dark, but Mamoru should've been home. He wouldn't have been so careless to leave the door open, would he?
Warily, Usagi placed her hands on the door, palms flat against the wood, and pushed it inward. Her eyes scanned the darkened room, and she spotted the body crumpled on the floor, and let out a gasp. She fumbled for the light switch, and when it clicked on, she made to run to him. "Mamoru? Oh god."
The words dropped from her lips, her limbs stopped moving again, and she stared in disbelief for a moment. The blonde knew better to even hope the man was still breathing, and she sprinted to the nearby bathroom to wretch in the toilet.
When she leaned back against the tiled wall, still in shock and shivering, she realized her cell phone was still clenched in her fist from where she'd ran into that man. That man...she quickly dialed the police, and felt some relief when the operator picked up. "Hello, what is your emergency?"
"I just came home, my fiancé, there's blood everywhere. I think he's dead," As she choked it out, the implication hit her full force. Her voice broke out into hysterical sobs while the operator tried to calm her.
"Ma'am, I need your location." Usagi managed to tell her address, and listened dutifully as the operator told her to stay put in the bathroom, and lock the door until the cops got there. After all, the culprit could still be there. The blonde dropped the phone after the woman hung up, and pulled her knees to her, and sobbed into them.
Some time passed before the sounds of sirens began to well up around her, and she could hear people begin moving around her apartment. Her head felt heavy and painful, and she jumped when she heard a knock on the bathroom door. She hadn't bothered to lock it, and the officer twisted the knob open.
"Ma'am, let's get you out of here." The suited man said gently, helping her to her feet. One of the paramedics came into the bathroom, and wrapped her in a blanket. Usagi wondered why, but she couldn't speak, and the officer led her out of the apartment, she buried her head against his arm so she wouldn't see the murder scene again. While the two descended the stairs, a rumbling of a motorcycle grew louder, until it stopped off in front of the building.
"Usagi? What happened?" As the person removed their helmet, revealing a messy mop of brown hair, Usagi recognized Ken instantly. She ran to him, and hugged him full force, just thankful that someone she knew was there.
"Sir, do you know this young lady?" The officer asked, though the question was painfully obvious. Ken hugged the crying blonde back awkwardly, while he nodded at the man.
"Yeah, we work at the local flower shop together. I was riding by when I saw the lights and stuff. I got worried because I know her fiancé is out a lot, being a doctor, so I decided to check on her." He explained quickly, looking quite nervous.
"I see. Ma'am, we're going to need to question you. Are you up to it now?" The officer questioned, and as Usagi nodded, he went on, "Also, do you have someone to stay with for the time being. It's obviously not safe here and it's considered a crime scene at the moment."
"My parents live in Juuban." The blonde responded quietly, nodding.
"I can wait up, and give you a ride over there if you want." Ken offered, earning instant agreement from Usagi. He watched as the cop led her off to the side, and they talked back and forth. His attention diverted to the paramedics descending the stairs from the second floor. They held a stretcher between them, with a body, but the sheets were pulled over.
As two detectives convened by their car, he leaned a little to hear their conversation. "...gruesome death, as if the killer really had a grudge against the guy. There were cut and stab wounds everywhere, we'll have to wait for the autopsy to get an official count. Also, some bruises around the neck, signs of strangulation, so we'll have to fingerprint that. Pull up information on their neighbors, see if you can question them, if they seen anyone suspicious around."
"I'm ready, Ken-kun." Usagi's small voice nearly startled him into falling over his motorcycle, but he chuckled softly and handed his helmet to her. She put it on obediently, and climbed on the seat behind him. As he started the engine, she let the noise drown out the thoughts in her head. She placed her arms around him, and held on as they took off, closing her eyes so she wouldn't see the flashing lights as they sped away.
When they pulled into Usagi's familiar, childhood home, Ken killed the engine. The blonde climbed from the motorcycle, and gave him another quick hug after handing over his helmet. "Thank you, Ken-kun, for giving me a ride."
"No problem, Usagi. I'll tell the guys you aren't coming in tomorrow." The brunette boy said, placing the helmet on his seat. The blonde shook her head, her hair swaying with it.
"Please don't. I'd like to come to work. I couldn't bear to stay at home. Plus, there's an arrangement I'm really looking forward to." Usagi offered her best, bright smile as the front door to the Tsukino home opened. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ken-kun."
The brunette man watched, slightly awed, as the blonde turned and walked up to the porch of her parents' home, being enveloped in a large hug by the blue haired woman in the doorway. He waited until the door had closed behind the two women before he put his helmet back on, and drove away. When he killed the engine and entered his own residence, Omi nearly pounced on him.
"I was worried, you're really late," the blonde boy explained as Ken shrugged him off. He was still troubled, and it showed in his features, so Omi called him on it. "Did something happen?"
"I got held up at soccer, and on my way home I saw Usagi's place surrounded by cops and paramedics. I overheard the detectives saying her fiancé had been murdered, and gorily at that. I was a little worried leaving her at her parent's house," Ken admitted, taking in the shocked look that Omi gave him. Tossing off his coat, he said, "I'm going to bed, though, it's been a long day."
xXx
Usagi stretched in her pajamas, printed with the bunnies she used to be so fond of. Her pajamas now were solid colors, not that she didn't like the cute prints, but more her own persistence to be more like an adult. She hadn't grown much taller since she'd moved out, but the pants did stop a bit above her ankles.
Telling her parents what happened had been very hard, harder than she though it would be. Ikuko was a wonderful, sensitive woman, however, and her words were more soothing than she herself probably realized. Plus, the glass of milk and lemon pie had helped along, too. The blonde hadn't eaten dinner, but couldn't bear the thought of food at the moment.
Her bare feet sunk gently into the carpet as she walked around her old room, still decorated as it had been in her high school days. Walking to the window, she looked out at the tree next to it. Her eyes jumped down to the window sill, was that dirt? She shook her head, trying to let go of her paranoia. Honestly, it was probably just a random psychotic that killed Mamoru, no one was after her.
Suddenly very weary, she dragged herself over to her bed and flopped down in it. As soon as she closed her eyes, however, the gruesome image of Mamoru's mangled corpse flashed through her eyes. She buried her face into her pillow and sobbed, but as she did, she heard a soft crinkle.
Perplexed, she lifted her head, and pressed down on the pillow where it'd just been. Yes, there was something there, under her pillowcase. She reached her hand under it, snagging the corner of the object and yanking it free. Turning the lamp on, the light flooded the dark room and illuminated the picture in her hand.
Her face stared up at her, surrounded by the inner senshi, with Chibiusa in her lap and Mamoru's arm around her shoulder. Over Mamoru's handsome, smiling face, someone had carved an 'x,' scratching most of his face away. A deep shudder went through her, raising the hairs on her neck and her arms. She took in a deep breath, and then she screamed.
xXx
Oh, gomen, gomen, it's been a long time since I worked on this! Try to keep in mind that I'm not as psycho as him, so if I don't portray Farfarello very well, try not to harm me, I'm trying. Also, I think in the series the Weiss boys lived below the flower shop. I tried to look through fan sites, but none of them made reference to that particular situation, so I just went with it.
I'm going to try to watch episodes of Weiss Kreuz tomorrow, but I'm packing to move to Miami and I don't know how much time I'll have. Also, keep in mind that I have no beta, so there'll be mistakes every now and then. Point out anything that I'm wrong about, and I'll try to fix it. Also, if you have any comments on characters and such, I'd love to hear them, and I'll take any suggestions on changes into consideration.
Hmm, hope you enjoyed, and please review my humble piece of fiction.
SachiNyoko