sentinel.

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:

                    “Stop calling me that!” She snapped at him, aggravated. Tsukino. Again. She hated him calling her by her last name, “I have a name, it’s Usagi, you know it. We’re alone here, so you don’t have be a jerk!

                    ”And what’s that supposed to mean? I brought you in here to talk about what you’re going to do, when you’re going to pick her up next. If you’d rather talk about your future daughter outside in front of your side chick, we can do that instead. I’m sure that’ll be something she’s super interested in.”

                    She huffed, trying to calm herself down. God, she hadn’t blown up at him like that in years. A small part of herself found it just a little cathartic if she was honest. But she was mostly disappointed that she’d done that in the first place. She had come into this wanting to try to make things easier. And she’d just let her emotions get the better of her. He’d always had that effect on her though. Some things never change. 

                    She averted her gaze contritely, working her jaw as she tried to rein in her emotions, “Sorry…” She swallowed thickly, letting out a heavy breath, “It’s just… This isn’t easy, okay? I mean, for God’s sake, Mamoru, you’re an empath, it shouldn’t be that hard for you to see how hard this is for me. Would it kill you to be a little nicer?”

“yes, i remember your name! of course i do! how exactly am i supposed to forget it!?” mamoru snapped right back, though he settled some when she mentioned chibiusa, only to flare back up again once she called rose--

his response was immediate, voice sharp yet rising, “don’t call her that. if you ever call her that again, i won’t speak to you even if you beg me to.”

an awkward tension hung heavy in the air. mamoru could feel it: of course he could. that didn’t just go away, although...

another sigh, heavier, mamoru pressed his back into that wall, and moved a hand to run it through some of his hair, palm lightly pressed into his own forehead. he wasn’t even looking at her, but up, toward the ceiling,

“i’m not blind. of course i can see that. what exactly do you mean by ‘nicer’? if i were nicer to you, this would just be harder on you. you’d cling onto me, have hope”

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:

                    “It’s not me.” She answered almost immediately, folding her arms at his tone. The nerve of him. She didn’t want to do this either. It sucked that she even had to do this, but apparently she had to be the one to take responsibility for a situation she hadn’t even caused. She turned then to look at him. And it was really so damn unfair how her body reacted to him. The man could stand there and be pretty and her heart would pound in her chest she’d just completed one of her famous marathon sprints to school.

                    She didn’t want to have those reactions anymore, but she couldn’t control it.

                    “It’s Chibiusa.” She started solemnly, her gaze dropping down to the floor. She hated that fact that she even had to have this conversation, “You need to talk to her about this. Her time key isn’t working, she can’t go home,” The memory of the little girl crying in her arms when she found out her time key couldn’t work was seared into her brain. She felt like she’d failed her. And it wasn’t even her who did it.

                    “She’s scared. And she misses you. You’re still her father, Mamoru.”

it wasn’t her?... oh. so that must mean.

“it’s chibiusa.” “it’s chibiusa.” he said simultaneously as tsukino did. that didn’t give mamoru pause, however. it was like he barely even noticed. she kept on talking about the time key not functioning, and how chibiusa was afraid-- how he was missed. that he was still her father.

a sigh left mamoru then. he nodded.

“i know. well. what great plan have you come up with, tsukino? clearly you dragged me in here not just to talk.”

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:

                    She tried not to flinch when he answered her with her last name, not really succeeding. She’d never hated her last name  before but she did when he was only calling her by it. It sounded wrong, just like it felt wrong to call him by his last name. But he had started it, And it made things pretty clear; They weren’t friends. If anything she was what? A colleague? Was that all?

                    She shouldn’t have cared. But she did. And it stung. After everything they’d been through together.

                    In both lives.

                    She looked away while he confirmed with Rose not wanting to watch them communicate silently. She was aware of Ami’s eyes on her from across the arcade, because of course Ami was watching out for her. She’d have some explaining to do after this. But this wasn’t for her.

                    She took a step back when he stood, one of her hands starting to fiddle with some of her hair nervously. She caught herself as she looked back at him, nodded and with a flick of her hand, the stream of gold swung around her shoulder. She was not going to look nervous right now, dammit.

                    Usagi started toward the counter, feeling herself relax at the sight of Motoki working there even if the smile he gave when he saw them walking that way was a bit strained.

                    “Toki-onii-san we’re borrowing the backroom for a bit.” She announced brightly. Realistically, it was the only really private place besides the bathrooms and management office and it was the only one of those that had an exit. Should she need to get away for whatever reason, it made the most sense.

                    “Eh- what?” Motoki looked awkward, confused and very much like he didn’t want to get in the middle of whatever this was going to be.

                    “It’s not going to take a lot of time, promise.” She shot him as sweet a smile as she could muster, hands tucked behind her back, the picture of innocence. Motoki knew better but ultimately nodded as she walked by, “Okay, Usagi-chan.” He glanced at Mamoru after she’d passed, a slight frown pulling down his expression before he turned away to wipe down the counter.

                    She stood purposefully down the familiar hallway, ignoring the sense of Déjà vu that threatened to overwhelm her. If she didn’t have to do this for Chibiusa, she probably would have tried to keep avoiding him and this hallway in particular if she could have for a little bit longer. She would have even avoided going to the bathroom here to avoid it.

                    Once she reached the door, she opened it, peeked inside to make sure no errant employees were inside and stepped in, shoulders dropping along with the bright façade she had put up for Motoki’s sake.

                    “Close the door.” She instructed softly, tucking some stray curls behind her ears.

the look that motoki gave him, mamoru just shrugged in response. he should be used to it, by now, at the very least. mamoru let them talk, not saying a word elsewise, and just followed usagi as she led the way.

he moved, closing the door, before moving to lean against the nearby wall. his hands moved to rest inside his pants pockets,

“well. what did you need.” his voice was as respectful as mamoru could make it, but it was clear from how he held himself that he’d rather be anywhere but here.

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:​

                She felt bile rising in her throat; sheer anxiety, and (what she felt was) righteous anger making her hands shake. She hadn’t been back to the Crown since the night he’d woken up, but when she did come back, he was there and he had the actual audacity to bring her there? 

                The way Motoki studiously avoided her gaze when she’d walked in told Usagi that whatever she had walked into, he didn’t like it and didn’t want to get involved, but it wasn’t until she’d caught sight of Mamoru’s head of annoyingly beautiful, shiny black hair in a booth with another head of familiar hair, that she understood.

                She’d almost run out, but instead, she did her best to ignore them, marching over to her usual table, her expression and the newly formed unshed tears in her eyes telling Ami that she didn’t want to talk about it. Because there was no way she was giving up the Crown, even if being there hurt. But it wasn’t long before she remembered her conversation with Chibiusa earlier and she knew that it was now or never. 

                So after wiping her eyes, she excused herself, squared her shoulders, and approached Mamoru’s booth. Her hands clenched into fists as she stopped next to the booth, some minute tension leaving her when her fists unclenched.

                “Ma– Chiba-san, we need to talk.” She greeted, briefly glancing toward Rose in acknowledgment before returning her gaze back to Mamoru, “In private.”

mamoru blinked, not having noticed tsukino walk in until the girl was closer to their booth. he felt some sweat bead along the side of his neck, feeling rose’s eyes on him. well. alright then.

“ah, tsukino-san. yes, what did you need?” but then she mentioned that it needed to be done privately. mamoru paused, glanced over at rose. rose raised an eyebrow at him some, but then she gave a lax shrug.

“do whatever you need to, mam.”

“uh, right.... i’ll be right back, rose.” nodding, mamoru stood up and glanced over towards tsukino.

“lead the way then.”

[chxmpionofearth]

absolutionlacuna​:

“THEN WHY COULDN’T YOU TELL HER THAT!” the words were shouted from him: desperately, angrily, but kazama was in pain. he was crying, he hadn’t stopped crying. his curled fist shook before it slacked. he wanted to collapse in this, anger, in this, disbelief. this was the man usagi was destined for….? “WHY DID YOU STRING HER ALONG!? WHY DATE HER TO BEGIN WITH–!”

mamoru glared, mostly because the amount of shouting kazama was doing was hurting his ears. that and, getting punched twice. still stung. but he answered, so, casually, “well. i felt sorry for her.”

kazama stilled. his eye widened, pupil dilated in shock that washed over him slowly, felt like it was tightening and heaving his bones, his whole body. felt…. sorry… for…..

a loud scream of sheer rage erupted from kazama, and he charged, but mamoru moved; and in a brilliant flash of light, mamoru chiba was gone, and tuxedo mask now stood there, top hat, cape, the whole shebang. and tuxedo mask had successfully moved in order to dodge kazama rushing him.

he actually landed on some nearby steps, seated on them so casually before the blond stopped in his charge. tuxedo mask smirked a bit, then spoke bombastically, “i still think you’re wasting your time!” then his voice lowered, “but if it’s a fight you want, i guess i have no choice.” he moved then, stood up, because the blond had turned and slashed towards him--

a cane in his grip suddenly, tuxedo mask managed to block the katana. his arms shook, teeth gritted, “not bad....!” his blue eyes flicked over, then tuxedo masked moved, disengaged. that blond had been pushing so much pressure, he stumbled forward. tuxedo mask took that opening.

he used that cane, and stabbed it towards the eyepatch, the end of said cane dug into where the blond’s left eye should have been.

[chxmpionofearth]

absolutionlacuna​:

as soon as mamoru spoke those words, memories flooded kazama’s mind, rapidfire: link attacking mamoru; usagi helping get mamoru into the command centre subspace; kazama and usagi getting closer; the first time kazama had called usagi by her actual name; kazama protecting usagi against asahi; usagi and kazama spending more time together; kazama crying and usagi comforting him; kazama revealing his true self to her; usagi and his ‘kiss’ in the alleyway; usagi’s valentine’s day gift for kazama; kazama vanishing for god knew how long; kazama coming back and usagi hugging him; usagi and kazama on the school rooftop, where she had finally let it all out and let herself cry; usagi and kazama giving one another affectionate nicknames; kazama, finally, finally plucking up the courage to go and see mamoru—

“none of my business….” the words were low, growled almost. his grip on mamoru’s jacket tightened considerably, to the point kazama’s knuckles began to whiten, “you don’t know, how she cried! you weren’t there!” any anger in his voice cracked, and kazama’s voice sounded, upset now. bothered. his expression twitched, and tears began to well up in his right eye, “you didn’t see how terrified she was, how bothered, how upset she was!” but she held onto hope. for this stupid, stupid, selfish man–!

“she’s young, she’ll find someone else in due time.”

wrong thing to say, apparently. because that blond dropped mamoru, but before mamoru had time to fall, the other male drove his fist into mamoru’s gut. the wind was forcefully pushed out of him, and as he went tumbling into the asphalt, he was very glad he had a healing factor. that hit would’ve no doubt landed a regular person in the hospital--!

he grimaced, but stood up, only slightly hunching, “not bad. but what’ll this get you? think beating on me will relieve something? change anything? it’s over. i’m sorry. but i can’t love her the way that you all expect me to. she’s a good person, but--”

[chxmpionofearth]

absolutionlacuna​:

“mamoru–!” the name was shouted, loud over those city streets. even in the rain. kazama’s eye was glowing a brilliant golden shade; he had finally caught sight of the fucker. briskly, sharply walked right up to him.

mamoru glanced over, not recognising the blond. at first. not by sight. but by sound: that voice, although angrier, did sound familiar…

“can i help you?” was all that mamoru managed to say–

because the second that kazama closed that distance, he sharply punched mamoru chiba in the face. that resounding CRACK burst through the sound of rain; some people that were out in this weather stopped and stared. before hurrying on, not wanting to get caught up in something that wasn’t their business.

mamoru stumbled back, and as he did, kazama glared across at him. kazama’s chest heaved, a light mist of dark crimson fogged out of kazama’s mouth and dissipated into the rainy fog surrounding them both.

mamoru spit a tad, but then righted himself. stood tall: he was taller than this shorter blond male. so mamoru glared down at him.

“that--”

“you stupid fuck,” kazama moved and grabbed mamoru by the front of his green jacket, and mamoru actually felt his feet leave the ground as kazama hoisted him, glared up at him. the entire time kazama spoke, that crimson red mist spilled from his mouth without his care or notice, “how dare you-- ALL THIS TIME!? and you never TOLD HER--!”

mamoru retorted immediately, his own voice sounding irate, “i fail to see HOW this is any of YOUR business.”

kazama’s eye widened somewhat.

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:

                She was certain that the way her heart broke, the sound it made, it had to be audible. Because it tore through her. Her heart, shattered into pieces sharp and jagged tore her to shreds inside, but she somehow didn’t disintegrate where she stood.

                “…I see…” Her voice was soft, but still shaking, she was shaking, the pieces of her heart coursing through her and trying to break free. She didn’t understand how her voice was so soft when in her head she was screaming.

                She wanted to scream, she wanted to scream at him and ask him how he could do this to her. She wanted to slap him and curse him and beg him to give her another chance. She could do better. She could be better, good enough, for him; she’d do it. Because they were supposed to be the one constant in her universe. He was the rock that kept her feet on the ground when a sky of disaster raged above her, trying to pull her up and away.

                And now that was gone.

                He wasn’t looking at her as he spoke, and it made her feel wretched because if she had to watch him burn down her world, why did he get to look away while she burned? Why did he get a reprieve?

                “I’m sorry… For making you put up with me for so long.” She started, new tears streaming down her face even as she tried to hold her composure, “And that you felt you couldn’t tell me the truth so you…” She still couldn’t say it. She never wanted to say it. Instead, her hands clenched again, nails digging into her palms, “I hope you find happiness. Though… If it’s with Rose, she’s kind of a horrible person. You deserve better.”

                She wasn’t quite sure how she said all that without sobbing, without breaking down, but she did, and she turned away. She needed to get out of there before she did.

he finally did look back towards her, though only after usagi turned away. only after she had mentioned rose.

“...i’ll decide that for myself.” though even as he says this, mamoru does want to reach out to her. he might not love her any more, but that didn’t mean he needed to be cruel about this all. he cleared his throat, and called after her,

“you too-- i hope you find, the one you’re looking for. the one who truly...” mamoru trailed off, then breathed out.

“just. take care of yourself, tsukino. alright?”

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:

                There was a possibility that it wasn’t what she thought it was. There was a possibility that there was a different secret that he’d been keeping from her. Maybe he just had a secret locker full of Sanrio plushies because he had an obsession that he just hadn’t told her about and he felt that he had to say it now since he’d almost died.

                Again.

                Maybe he was playing a trick on her and he was just trying to freak her out before he told her he loved her. Maybe that was it.

                She grasped onto her optimism, gripped it like a life preserver and took a deep breath.

                It might not be what she thought it was.

                She was quiet for a moment, swallowing hard against the lump of emotion in her throat. She wanted to beg him some more just to give her time, just for some time to catch her breath, but going against his wishes was hard, not because she felt the need to please him, but because she wanted to. She wanted him to be able to say what he needed.

                So she nodded finally, tears that had gathered in her eyes spilling free when she opened them again and she looked back up at him. 

                She tried to smile, trying to look like she didn’t already know what could be coming. “Okay, Mamo-chan,” She conceded softly, her lips trembling slightly, “Say what you need to say.”

he hesitated. it was the way she looked at him. that barely held together smile, betrayed by the fresh tears on her face. mamoru sucked in a slight breath. he pitied her. he truly did.

“...i... don’t, love you, anymore.” it was like a weight that had been pressed into his chest, against his shoulders, lifted away. he felt better, finally having said it. though then why wasn’t he looking towards her?

“...i haven’t, for a while now. i just, i struggled to tell you, because... of it all. the whole damn thing, usagi. our past lives. how... enthusiastically you love me. how... it just, it’s changed. i-- i’m sorry. i wish i could love you the way that you deserve to be.”

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:

                ‘No, not Usagi. Usako, call me Usako, please!’ Her mind begged even when her mouth couldn’t say it, because he was pulling away from her, pushing her back. She heeded his wish and fully let go, raising her hands to wipe her face, sniffling through a small laugh. 

                She must have seemed so silly.

                “Sorry, I jus…” She trailed off when he spoke again, her gaze shooting up to his face. The way he was looking at her… The smile she’d wore for the briefest of times fell. Her chest tightened in anticipation and her hands dropped. 

                And just like that, her happiness began to ebb away.

                “Mamo-chan…” She started, head ducking as she squeezed her eyes shut, a fear she’d been trying not to think about bubbling up in her, “Can it wait? Please? Just… Please?” Her voice wavered, trembled as she tried to hold her emotions back. She wasn’t ready. 

                She just wanted a little bit of time. Just a little. A night. An hour. Just to have him back. 

he grimaced, his eyes darting away from her. well, great. now he felt like an asshole for pushing the subject. way to go.

‘--stop being a coward.’

mamoru’s jaw tightened a bit, and he looked back towards her.

“...no, usagi. it, really can’t. i’ve.... it’s been something i’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now.”

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:

                She’d run to the alleyway, unlocking the door with shaking hands. She should have been able to do it in her sleep at this point, but with her anxious heartbeat thrumming in her head, she couldn’t control her fingers.

                When she did get inside, closed the door behind her, she let her henshin drop. Her civilian clothes weren’t wet, the henshin didn’t completely dry her hair, not in the least, but it wasn’t dripping wet. She made a mental note to herself: To stay dry without an umbrella, go out as Sailor Moon. 

                Her eyes were already adjusted to the dark so she saw him immediately. He was there, he was standing in the arcade, he was looking at her, seeing her.

                Her emotions took over, tears springing to her eyes, happy tears for once in so, so long and she was running before she even realized it. “Mamo-chan!”

                She reached him, threw her arms around him, but this definitely wasn’t her customary greeting. She clung to him, real relief washing over her for the first time in months. She was holding him. He was awake. Everything would be okay now; he was okay.

                “You’re okay,” She cried against his chest, sounding so very content even though her tears, “I was so scared, Mamo-chan, I was so scared I’d lost you!”

his head ached again -- at the way she said his name. he didn’t have time to do much about that, though, because she was throwing herself at him. arms around his middle; mamoru had to step back in order to catch himself.

he felt her crying against his chest. eyed her as she did so. that conversation from earlier with the blond male echoed in mamoru’s mind.

‘--stop being a coward!’

“...usagi.” mamoru moved, and stepped back from her so she wasn’t hugging him. both his hands were on either of her shoulders. and his expression was rather serious, grave. he seemed to pause. then reconsider for just a moment, before. “there’s something i have to tell you.”

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:

                There was a feeling that pulsed through her, sudden and shocking and the pull that resulted from it brought her to her feet.

                “Usagi-chan?” Luna blinked, lifting her head from the comfort of Usagi’s bed. Usagi didn’t answer, instead, she went to one of her windows, staring out of the rain streaked glass at the night darkened street outside.

                “Usagi, what is it?”

                “Mamo… Mamoru.” Her eyes widened, realising what she was feeling, “Something’s happened.”

                “Wh- Usagi!” Luna jumped up as Usagi wasted no time calling on her henshin and opening her window, “Usagi, wait it’s pouring- Usagi!”

                Sailor Moon jumped out her window and into the night, not caring about the rain at all because she could feel him. She could feel him again. She was positive that it was him. It was faint, but she could feel it. She’d never been attuned to their bond, not like he was, but she had never focused on it. Not until she realized she couldn’t feel it anymore. Feeling that spark return, that tug on her soul, had her heart speeding up anxiously. 

                She hoped.

                She hoped so hard that it was him.

                That he was finally okay.

                She made it to Roppongi in record time, dashing across rooftops and landing on the empty street outside the arcade without a thought. Less people were out at night these days anyway thanks to the rain. No one wanted to be in it. But right then, she didn’t care. She had to check.

he froze upon seeing her, that sound of the door opening into the arcade seemed to echo and bounce off the walls, followed by that rain that grew louder but then quieter as the door shut and locked out that wretched weather.

“usagi...” the name was low. mamoru stared down at her, then he glanced away from her. it had been, how long now? a year and a half? he had lost track of time. mamoru’s eyebrows furrowed, and he looked back towards her, “usa--”

[chxmpionofearth]

his eyes opened with a start, a sharp inhale leaving him followed by series of coughs that echoed in the quiet of that subspace hidden beneath the command centre. chest heaving, rising and falling rapidly, mamoru chiba glanced around. wide eyed, pupils dilated in that shock.

...he was, awake?

his fingers twitched, and he stumbled, coughing still, but pushed himself. legs weak, he gripped onto the side of the ‘bed’ he had been laid on for all these.... how long had it been? months? he nearly collapsed, but as it was wont to do, his healing factor was already kicking into overdrive.

his head ached something awful. mamoru breathed out, glanced towards those stairs. not a few minutes ago, another man had been there. he had come here, seeking solace, and had told mamoru so very many things. yes, he remembered. despite not being physically conscious, he could recall everything these long months. mamoru’s gaze dimmed, head hurting worse.

he breathed in, then out. straightened his posture, stumbled only slightly as he began to make his exit.

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:

                  Something in what she said, or maybe even how she said it, caused her blood to boil. She didn’t care what Rose said about her. She’d heard worse from Rei on a bad day. She was intimate with her own faults and flaws and she knew she had plenty. She wouldn’t rise to that bait.

However, it seemed from what she said that Rose just… walked in and out of his life? Usagi didn’t necessarily have time to wait around like a lovesick puppy, but she made time to be there to see him so that he wouldn’t be alone. She spent the nights sitting in an uncomfortable chair next to his bedside just to keep him company. She did her best to keep him from being alone for too long. Because he had been for so long.

                  Maybe Rose didn’t know that. Or maybe she just approached it differently. Either way, it made her angry.

                  “But not Christmas? Or even Boxing Day? You didn’t even call him. I was here, I saw the missed calls. Wouldn’t you want to wish your boyfriend Happy Christmas? Or Happy New Year?” She accused, her vision clearing to lock on Rose as tears overflowed. She didn’t care. “Even if he wouldn’t hear it until later, knowing you even tried would show how much you care! But there was nothing from you.”

“Mamo and I talked about this privately; frankly, it’s none of your business how we show affection to one another. Just because you show ‘need’ by smothering people, doesn’t mean everyone else does.” she thumbed through her cell, then pocketed it again. Exhaled, glanced up at Tsukino, looking bored with her again.

“Are you done yelling over something you can’t change? Mamo isn’t dating you anymore. At best, he tolerated you. Probably felt pity, if this is how you’re acting. Grow up. Oh, and get out.” Rose stepped to the side, motioned to the front door, and just stared across at Tsukino.

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:

                  If the Earth had opened up and swallowed her whole, that would have been preferable to the pain she had to go through in that moment. She would have gladly given herself to the center of the Earth and disappeared into its molten core because that would have been quicker and less painful than seeing what she was seeing. It was so much worse than what her own mind had conjured, somehow, more intimate than she had expected. And it was seared into her brain. When she closed her eyes, she was sure it would be all she would see.

                  What made it all the worse was that she had believed in him. She had believed in him so hard. She’d always had so much faith in him. She trusted him with her life, with her soul, her whole world. He wouldn’t have…  He wouldn’t hurt her like that. He was better than this. She knew him. He loved her. He loved her.

                  Even as her own heart beat steady with that knowledge, her own insecurities reared their ugly heads in her mind. Destiny. He’d chosen her because of destiny. If he had a choice beyond that, would he still have picked her? She was clumsy and ridiculous most of the time, but her heart was always in the right place. And she loved him with all of her and so, so much more. But was it enough? Was she ever enough? 

                  The video she was being shown blurred before Rose had even retracted it so she could admire it herself, the persistent sting of tears forming accompanying the way the room swam around her. Even if she didn’t believe it. Even if she had so much faith in him that her very being vibrated with it, seeing that had crushed her. Her chest felt as though it was being weight down with something heavy and she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. Breathing hurt. Being hurt. It hurt so much. 

                  And still, she clung to her hope, her faith in him. Because he wouldn’t. It was… It could be faked, right? But why? 

                  In response, she stubbornly took a step back, further into the apartment, nails biting into the skin of her palms now. Her voice wavered under the weight of her emotions like her thin veneer of strength was a dam barely holding back a tsunami “Where were you? It’s been months since he left. Why are you here now?”

                  And why today of all days? She’d already been through the emotional wringer today and had to do it on top of everything knowing that she wouldn’t even be able to spend Valentine’s Day with her boyfriend. Not really, anyway. Why was this happening now?

At Usagi’s rather naive question, Rose let out a little laugh, eyebrow raising, she shrugged casually, “I have a life, you know. I don’t just sit around like a lovesick puppy and wait for Mamoru. I’m not chained to him, and I don’t expect him to be there every waking moment of my life. God, no wonder he got sick of you, if you’re asking stupid questions like this.

I dropped by sometimes to check in on things. And it’s Valentine’s Day, sue me if I wanted to be able to somehow spend it in the presence of him, even if he’s not here.”

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:

                  She was close to the door when it opened again, having to look up a bit at the taller girl in order to glare at her. The look on her face just further cemented Usagi’s feeling of wrongness. A sensation passed through her from being close, one that made goosebumps rise up and caused her gut to jerk in ‘too close, too close, dangerous!’ but Usagi resolutely ignored that, not even answering. Rose, as she called herself, had barely finished speaking before Usagi pushed forward with a surprising amount of force for such a small girl, using her shoulder to jerk the door open more to allow them both to fit in over the threshold. Ha! As if Usagi cared about embarrassing anyone at that moment, least of all herself. She was going to get to the bottom of this.

                  She made it into the genkan and didn’t pause to remove her shoes as she normally would, silently apologizing in the back of her mind as she stepped into the apartment proper. Whirling back to Rose and drawing herself up to her full height, hands clenching at her sides, she spoke, tone determined and barely masking her growing anger, “You’re not Mamoru’s girlfriend. I am. He would never cheat on me, especially with someone so cruel. So who are you really? And what do you want?”

                  It only dawned on her afterward that she should have called for back up before going inside. What if this was an enemy? She’d gone in halfcocked, all by herself because she’d been too emotional to think.

Rose watched as Tsukino huffed and pushed her way inside. She shrugged a bit, not looking at all bothered by this, nor threatened. Simply turned and watched the shorter, little girl try and make herself seem imposing.

Oh, how cute.

Rose smiled, gaze thinning somewhat.

“Correction: you were his girlfriend. I don’t know why, you’re annoying and clearly too young-minded for him. But maybe he took pity on you, maybe he just liked your breasts. Though I doubt he’d bang you.” she shrugged again, then dug through one of Mamo’s pockets on his jeans that she was wearing to fish out her cell phone.

Thumbed through the screen, before turning it to face Tsukino; on said screen was a picture of a naked Mamoru, asleep in a bed that didn’t look like his. She kept the screen turned to Tsukino, then swiped her thumb in order to change the picture; an image of herself and him in the image, both of them still naked in that same bed.

Kept her eyes on Tsukino as she swiped yet again, then tapped, and a video began to play. Loud, moaning noises, clearly showing herself and Mamo having sexual intercourse on that very same bed indeed. Her eyebrow rose at Tsukino, that video still playing: Rose was on top, but Mamo was clearly enjoying himself, moving in tandem with her, those groans and moans rather loud,

Rose moved that phone, watching that video fondly, “I want you to get out of my boyfriend’s apartment. Please. and I won’t ask nicely again,” that video paused, and Rose gingerly waved the cell phone, eyeing Tsukino, “or did you want to see more? I do have other videos. Mamo was kind of a voyeur that way.”

[chxmpionofearth]

chxmpionofjustice​:

                  Her smile became strained and then disappeared completely the more the girl spoke. She could have swore she felt the blood draining from her face, all of it being redirected to the ticking timebomb that was her heart. Because this was her worst fear, wasn’t it? One of them. That… That that message had been right. That he’d found someone who suited him more. Someone tall, beautiful, sophisticated and probably so much smarter than her. And there it was, there she was, wearing–

                  She almost felt like her throat had closed up when she realized the girl was wearing one of Mamoru’s shirts. One of her Mamo-chan’s shirts; her eyes stared at it, only lifting to look at the girl when she moved her hand into her field of vision. She felt like she couldn’t hear anything and everything all at once.

                                    He hasn’t told you yet… He got bored of you. Thought you were clingy and annoying. Childish… He broke up with you.

                  If it was possible for a heart to explode without killing the person it was inside, she was certain that hers did. A pain so brilliant lanced through her chest and she had trouble sucking in a much needed breath between the pain and the closed feeling in her throat. She would have staggered if she could move, fallen back, curled into a ball and sobbed pathetically for third time that day. Because this was the last thing she needed. It was too much. Too much between what had happened earlier and–

                  But it didn’t make sense. It didn’t make sense! It’d been months. She’d been coming to the apartment on her own that entire time. There had never been any indication of anyone other than herself being there. She had been using Mamoru’s key to get in! She’d had unfettered access to everything an-and…

                  Mamoru would never be with someone like that. She had one thing right, he was too kind. He’d never be someone who could take such pleasure from hurting another person.

                  It settled on her mind and in her gut with its wrongness. Something was very, very wrong. And there was no way in hell she was going to let whoever that girl was get away with wearing her boyfriend’s clothes and pretending– Mamoru would never. He wouldn’t. He loved her. He’d died for–

                  Something in her snapped and she surged forward, knocking on the door frantically, not at all caring about the sound echoing in the hallway. She was abuzz with nervous energy and her voice came out louder than she intended when she called through the door into the apartment, “H-hey! You! Get back here this instant!”

A low tsk of a noise left her, and she rolled her eyes somewhat. Stupid girl. Although.... that smile turned a bit dark, briefly bemused at the concept. When she opened the door, leaned against the side of the doorframe, arms crossed, her smile was derisive again. She stared down Tsukino as though the shorter, childish pigtailed brat was an annoying bug,

“ Saying 'You’ is rude. Learn some manners. Rose. My name,” she barely gave Tsukino time to process, “What do you want. Banging on the door to Mamo’s apartment, making a scene. You’re going to embarrass him. Make it quick.”