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This is an alternate reality/first season story. There
is NO Mamoru (Darien), NO Tuxedo Kamen, NO Rini and NO outer scouts. Usagi is
known to be the Princess, they've defeated Beryl and they have no real memories
of the past. Usagi and friends are around sixteen. Further explanations?
Email.
This fanfic is tentatively rated R and if so requested I will change the rating
to NC-17 but I don’t think its too explicit so I’ll leave it at R for now.
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Chapter 6
Usagi awoke early the next morning, refreshed from
having finally achieved her goal: an excess of six hours of sleep. For a change
she wasn’t angry with herself or anyone else for being awake on a Sunday
morning before noon. She stared up aimlessly at the ceiling and for a few
blissful moments her mind was as blank as the white plaster. For that short
fraction of time she gave no thought to her past, present or future; none of it
existed. It was a heavenly moment.
But it was a mere moment, one that was shattered by
the intrusion of reality. She had a desperate urge to pee, which she repressed
for a few moments, attempting to squeeze every ounce of comfort from her warm
and comfortable bed. She was forced to turn her head to the side when a trace
of something sweet drifted towards her nose and there on her nightstand sat a
pungent dark red rose. She closed her eyes, wishing it away. When she opened
them it was still there. Was there never a moment she could escape his touch,
his scent, his memory, or his presence?
There was also the amazing aroma of breakfast wafting
up the stairs and under her door and it was that attractive odor that pushed
her out of bed, into the bathroom, and eventually down the stairs where yet
again a place had not been set for her as no one expected her.
She frowned looking at the empty spot where she’d
intended to sit.
“I didn’t expect you down dear,” her mother said
apologetically. “Just get a plate and join us.”
Usagi joined her family for breakfast for the first
time in a really long time. It was so strange to be with them like this. Over
the past year she was fortunate to be able to sit down to dinner with her
family. Her little brother Shingo was talking about friends she’d never even
heard of and her parents nodded and replied, obviously knowing what was going
on while she felt a little confused and very left out and she was too
embarrassed to ask.
She could feel the distance between herself and her
family, as it was now something palpable in the air. It was as much a result of
the past year as much as the past few days. Examining things from their
perspective, she couldn’t help but wonder if they chalked her distance from the
family solely up to her being a teenager or if they sensed there was something
else.
Today was worse than all the previous days. She felt
guilty for being different, for not having been there, but worst yet, after the
past week, she hardly felt as though she belonged at all. It was as though her
old self, with the return of her memories, had been replaced by an entirely new
person. She was neither Serenity nor Usagi at the moment. She was caught
somewhere in between.
“So, how was your sleepover with your friends?” Her
mother asked, attempting to include her unnaturally quiet daughter in the table
conversation.
Usagi was silent for a moment, her mind going light
speed.
“It was fun,” she replied smiling widely, attempting
to make it look as natural as possible.
“What did you girls do?” Her father asked.
Since when was her father interested in what teenage
girls did together? She rushed through a list of possible replies, eliminating
what usually happened when they slept over and some of the stuff that actually
had happened. Discussing the Dark Kingdom, training to kill, and talking about her
sex life and past lover: none made the list of appropriate responses to a
relatively easy question. What did normal girls do on sleepovers anyway?
“Nothing much really, just some girly things. We just
hung out and talked, I guess.”
She was proud
of her reply. It was entirely plausible, pretty much the actual truth of what
they had done before going to bed.
“I’m happy you had fun dear you seem a bit stressed
lately,” her mother replied.
Usagi looked up from her food, glancing at her
parents. She’d almost forgotten the reason for the tension between them. Once
again Endymion was the cause. It wasn’t that her behavior before the incident
with the letter hadn’t been questionable but she had never snapped at her
parents or really given them any evidence, other than her distance, that
anything out of the ordinary was happening in her life until recently.
She didn’t doubt that the letter, in addition to her
teacher’s recommendation that she see the psychologist, had caused them to
think about the changes over the past two years. She could see the barely
hidden concern on their faces and there was nothing she could do to allay their
fears. The fact that she was up this early and sharing breakfast with her
family didn’t mean that the bond that had been broken was going to be renewed,
that she would be home on time and wake up on time or do better in school. If
anything it was the beginning of new disappointments.
Her breakfast was going sour in her mouth. There was
probably nothing she could do to change the way things were or how they would
be. This didn’t feel like her family and she was almost certain it would become
less and less like her family as the years passed. They wouldn’t be witnesses
to her triumphs only her failures. They wouldn’t ever know that there was a
time when she was intelligent, mature, graceful, and respected.
She had begun to push her breakfast aimlessly around
her plate without lifting a single bite to her mouth.
“Is something
wrong Usa?” Her father asked.
“No,” she replied hurriedly. “Why?”
“You seem a little withdrawn. Are you sure nothing’s
wrong?”
“No. I’m fine.”
There was silence at the table and Usagi was aware
that attention was focused on her. She couldn’t help but fidget under the
watchful eyes of her family. They were trying so hard not to make it obvious
that they were looking at her trying to figure out what was going on in her
mind.
“Usa, is there anything going on that we should know
about?” Her mother asked tentatively.
Usagi was a little surprised that they’d chosen to
bring the subject up now or at all.
“I don’t think so,” she replied quietly.
“You seem so distanced lately. I feel like you’re
hardly ever here.”
“I’ve just been busy that’s all.”
“With what?” Her father asked
Usagi shifted nervously in her chair.
“School and friends I guess.”
“Usagi, you’re not doing very well in school, so I
can’t believe that you’re focusing on that at all. This latest incident makes
me wonder just what is going on. Your mother and I have been thinking of pulling
you out and sending you to a smaller private school.”
Usagi was stunned. There wasn’t much she could say to
that.
“You’re obviously having problems. Maybe it’s the
atmosphere or the teachers but I refuse to believe you’re stupid. I think it’s
time we addressed the situation.”
“What school?”
“We’re not sure yet. We’ve been looking at a few local
private schools as well as boarding schools.”
“Boarding school?” Usagi gulped. She couldn’t go to
boarding school. It wasn’t even an issue. Why was it that at every turn her
life just seemed to get more complicated?
“Yes. I think a change of atmosphere would be good for
you. I think these friends of yours control way too much of your time,” her
father stated.
“So in order to gain control back from them you want
to send me away?”
“We just want to do the best we can for you Usa.
You’re not at your best right now and I think your friends are a part of that.
I have no doubt they’re wonderful girls but it seems to me that they are the
focus of your attention rather than your school work.”
Usagi was having a hard time believing this. It seemed
to be coming out of nowhere.
“I don’t believe this,” she muttered.
“We’d like you to take a look at a few brochures, see
which ones you like.” Her mother said it encouragingly with a smile as though
she should have been pleased by the thought of looking through a bunch of
brochures advertising schools of all things.
“No.”
“Usagi. It’s not open for discussion,” her father said
sternly, a bit surprised at her determined opposition but immediately taking an
opposing stance.
“Not open for discussion?” Usagi snapped. “This is my
life and it’s not open for discussion?” She tried with difficulty to
maintain control of her voice and her temper. “I don’t want to look at any
brochures. I don’t want to go to boarding school and I refuse to give up my
friends. God knows they just may be one of the few things keeping me sane in
this fucked up life I got stuck with.”
Her parents’ eyes went wide and her brother’s mouth
hung open. She pushed away from the table and turned her back on her family.
“Usagi!” Her father yelled. She didn’t turn around.
She walked out the front door slamming it behind her.
****
Usagi sat quietly aimlessly on the cool wooden floor
of Rei’s bedroom and without actually looking or understanding, flipped through
an old magazine. Occasionally she glanced up to check the status of the light
outside, frowning, as the light grew dimmer.
It had been one of those weeks, the kind where nothing
seemed right in life and Usagi would be happy to see it end. All week Mitchell
had been a thorn in her side. She hadn’t said a word to her parents since
Sunday nor had she looked at any of those brochures. She had a feeling that if
she didn’t make a choice they’d probably make one for her.
She had no
solutions to her problems. The only good thing to happen all week was the quick
end of her period. Just one more day of school and then she could relax for
another weekend, hopefully. Although, with the way her life was going, she
should probably strike the words relax, fun, and easy from her vocabulary.
“Is there any
chance of you smiling sometime within the next six months?” Mina asked, looking
at Usagi’s down turned expression and fiery eyes. It had been a long time since
Usagi had cracked a real smile. At the moment the expression on her face could
have depressed a clown. She supposed the happy-go-lucky air headed Usagi was
history.
Over the past week they had been adjusting, yet again,
to the new sides of Usagi’s personality, brought out by her occasional
reversion to her past self. She was so much more serious and less frivolous
than she had been even a week ago, which said a lot when one considered she
hadn’t been her joyous self for quite a while.
“Don’t hold your breath,” she muttered in reply.
“Endymion? What did he do now?” Mako asked as she
walked in to the room, her arms laden with food, which to her disappointment
Usagi didn’t immediately lunge at.
“Not Endymion, my parents. I still can’t get over the
idea of them sending me to boarding school. On second thought, you know what,
this is his fault entirely!” She said angrily. Sometimes I think I really hate
that man. He has made my life a living hell.”
“I hate this waiting around, wondering when next he’s
going to show up and where,” she gestured dramatically. I hate this game he’s playing, whatever it
is, and most of all I hate the fact that I actually want to see him.” She
politely accepted a proffered cookie from Makoto.
“When did you last see him?” Rei asked.
“Saturday night, well actually Sunday morning.”
Rei’s raised her eyebrows in response.
“It’s not what you think,” she snapped. “Nothing
happened; although he did get rid of my cramps.” That goes on record as the
nicest thing he’s done for me in a few thousand years.”
“The man’s is trying to get laid. I think he’s finally
figured out that trying to kill you is probably not the best way to your
heart,” Rei commented.
“You’re as astute as you are obnoxious,” Usagi replied
without rancor.
“Anyway, I must go home.”
“So soon?” Rei asked.
“Why if I didn’t know better I’d think you were going
to miss me Rei.”
“Yes, but you know better.”
“I need to start going home earlier. I’m attempting to
impress upon my parents that my life does not revolve around you guys and that
I’m perfectly capable of some semblance of academic achievement.”
“Oh great!”
Rei muttered. “They’re definitely sending her to boarding school.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence Pyro,” Usagi
grumbled.
“That’s what friends are for,” Rei replied brightly.
Usagi left, thinking the same thoughts she’d been
thinking all week. Was Endymion’s revenge linked solely to sex? It certainly
seemed that way; the idea made her feel like a whore. He’d have nothing to do
with her beyond their sexual exploits.
He hadn’t visited
her once since she’d started her period but then she supposed he really had
nothing to say to her. What would be the point? It would just be yet another
argument. She supposed he’d show up as soon as he figured her cycle was over.
Men were such pigs!
Of course Endymion was now only half of her current
problems. It never rains but it pours. Problems attract problems like flies to
garbage and her life was beginning to resemble a dump. She was beginning to
think moping about not having a man was much better than the problems of having
one, and when the school issue proposed by her parents was tossed into the mix,
it made for miserable days.
She couldn’t help but blame herself for most of the
situation however. She might not have been able to push Endymion away but she
could have attempted to maintain control of her temper before her parents. That
was one of her latest challenges. She’d repressed the more fiery side of her
personality as Princess Serenity in order to fit the role she was destined for.
She was having a much harder time doing that this time around and quite frankly
she really didn’t want to.
She walked into the house feeling the oppressive
weight of the current tension between herself and her family settling on her
shoulders the moment she stepped through the doors. Today, as could be said for
the whole week, had not been the best of days. Thursdays had once been her
favorite day of the week but if the days continued like this it would sink with
the rest of weekdays into the bog of despair.
She had arrived at school exactly on time at the
precise moment the bell rang. Apparently it hadn’t been early enough for Mr.
Mitchell because he had reprimanded her harshly in front of everyone and given
her detention. She was honestly beginning to hate the man and she could sense
the feeling was mutual.
Fortunately, he hadn’t been the one in charge of
detention. She’d wasted two hours of her day there and when she’d eventually
dragged herself from school to the arcade, she’d found out her friends had already
left for the temple. She’d walked there but had not been able to spend as much
time as she’d have liked avoiding her own house.
She heard voices as she headed towards the living
room. She wasn’t as early as she’d hoped because her father was already home.
She walked into the living room and was so stunned she had to hang on to the
back of a chair to steady herself.
All eyes turned to her as she whispered, “Endymion”.
“Hello Usagi.”
Endymion sat comfortably on her couch as though he
were a welcome guest. She was frozen in place, simply staring at him.
“Usagi do you know this man?” Her father questioned
giving her a confused but somehow interrogatory look.
“What are you doing here?” Usagi demanded of him,
ignoring her father’s question.
“Where do you
know this man from?” He father demanded.
Usagi went pale. There was no good way to explain him.
Did she introduce him as her psychologist, her lover, the man she’d betrayed
millennia ago? What had he told her parents?
“What’s going on?” Usagi questioned.
“Enough!” Her mother snapped impatiently. “Will
someone just answer one question without posing a new one?”
“This man,” her father spat distastefully, “walks into
my house and claims he wants my daughter, that it would be in our best interest
to give my teenage daughter to him for whatever sick purpose he has in mind! I
want to know where the hell did he come from? I should call the police.” He
made no move towards the phone however, still awaiting an explanation.
Usagi looked at her father incredulously, glancing
back and forth between him and the calm and relaxed Endymion.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she growled at him
when she’d finally recovered from the shock of his presence.
“Like your father said, I’m here to claim my rights.”
“Your rights? What rights?”
“My right to have you. The right I should have claimed
before your mother so many years ago.”
“Are you insane? You have no rights. You never did and
I assure you, you never will!”
“I’m not going to wait around for the reincarnation of
your fiancée to show up again. This time I’m making sure you’re mine first and
last.”
“Fiancee? Usagi I want you to explain what the hell’s
going on here! Who is this man?”
“I’m your daughter’s lover Mr. Tsukino; past, present,
and future. The same one she betrayed a few thousand years ago, give or take a
century or two. Isn’t that right Serenity? Of course she goes by Usagi now but
there’s no denying it. This is the Princess of the Moon and its warrior Sailor
Moon.”
Usagi paled as her parents turned to her in shock and
disbelief. The look in their eyes was painful. They didn’t know her; they
didn’t trust her.
“Usagi?” Her mother whispered, her voice shaking. “Is
this true?”
Usagi’s tearing eyes said everything.
“Why didn’t you say something?” her father asked. “How
could you keep something so important from us? And what about the rest? Did you
sleep with this man?”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t want to put
your lives in danger.”
“Is that really it Serenity? Or were you just trying
to control the situation the way you always do?” Endymion questioned. You
played the same act with Queen Serenity.”
“Stay out of this Endymion!” Usagi warned.
“Why does he call you that?” Usagi’s mother asked.
“It was the
name of my mother, the Queen of the Moon; the same name she gave to me several
thousand years ago. When our kingdom was destroyed I was reincarnated along
with my court, the Sailor Senshi” Usagi explained.
They stared at her in shock. She could see there was
debate as to whether to accept her story, whether any of the shocking
information placed before them was true at all. It seemed for the moment,
perhaps just to humor her and the situation they accepted her words as fact,
with the promise of many questions in the future.
“And him?” Mr. Tsukino asked, directing his attention
to Endymion.
Endymion said nothing, looking at Usagi expectantly.
“Endymion was the Prince of Earth… and my lover,”
Usagi replied stiffly and quietly.
“Was?” Endymion asked, baiting.
Usagi’s anger and frustration came to a boiling point
but she breathed in deeply and tried to maintain control. Her parents looked at
her expectantly.
She turned to Endymion. “I may have slept with you
once Endymion but I am seriously doubting that will ever happen again,” she
said in a low tone with a fierce determination to her voice threaded through
with anger.
He didn’t seem to be affected by her words. He was
arrogantly certain that she would let him touch her again.
“So this is your revenge,” she stated almost calmly.
“I think I understand now. You won’t stop until you’ve ruined every facet of my
life. Are you happy now? Why did I ever think to involve myself with a bastard
like you?” She spat angrily. “How could I, for even a fraction of a moment have
thought that…?”
“You loved me?” he finished for her when it was
obvious she was unwilling to say anything further. “You still can’t even say
the words can you?”
“You don’t like being at the other end do you,
Serenity? He spat. “How does it feel to be used Serenity? What does it feel
like to be touched and pleasured, and made love to, only to know that in the
end it amounts to nothing? Maybe I should just walk away like you did.”
For a moment he was silent and she could easily
imagine him doing just that. It sent a dozen unanswered questions flying
through her mind. Would she be happy if he walked out of her life forever?
“Tell me that
what we had, that what we have, is nothing but sex,” he demanded. Tell me you
don’t love me and I’ll leave you alone. You can go back to your boring little
life and forget I ever existed. Just say the words.”
“Love?” she spat distastefully. You don’t even know
what the words mean. We have never had anything even vaguely resembling the
word. I can hardly believe you dare to bring up the words in my presence!
“Is this your idea of love?” she waved an arm around
the whole scene. “This debacle?
“You don’t know a damn thing about love Endymion. All
this is, is an attempt to control my life the way it always has been. I refused
to let you control me all those years ago and I sure as hell am not going to
let you do it now. I never allowed myself to fall in love with you. I might not
be able to control the desires of my body but my heart is my own.
“If this is love you’re claiming, how is it that after
you took my virginity you wouldn’t even come near me for the entire week of my
period? We have nothing between us but sex. Nothing!
“I am sick and tired of these games we play. What are
they? We use each other, play off a few emotions. You try to make me admit that
I love you so that you can have the ultimate control over my life. I don’t want
this. I don’t want you.”
“I don’t love you. Just leave me alone and stay the
hell away from me and my family!”
The room was eerily still for a few moments.
Abruptly Endymion got up and walked over to her.
“Love isn’t about control, it’s about giving it up,”
he whispered. He walked past her. “And
you know as much about the subject as you think I do. Goodbye Serenity.”