Pain Under Beauty, part 3 AllyM25@aol.com Author's Notes: Well hello minna-chan! How are you doing this fine night as I am writing this (I just finished it and it's 10:56.) Pathetic that I spend my nights writing stories about a Japan anime character instead of reading 'Gone With The Wind,' for my school and all the other four books along with it. I guess I just don't care if I fell school next year... Hehehe..... Oh well, life goes on. Besides, my story kicks! ^_^ And to let you know that this is edited by myself, so don't be surprised and flabbergasted if you see, OMIGOD, a couple of mistakes. Sorry! ^_~ My computer isn't one of those fancy big ones that tells me if I spelled something wrong or if I wrote something twice, ectera, ectera.. It was made by Bill Gates, so what do you expect? ::ducks from the trash thrown at her from the Bill Gates' worhsippers:: Eek! Watch that be all my readers! All hail mighty Bill Gates! All hail the man of wonder! :::bows down to her readers' Bill Gate shrine:: Note: I don't Sailormoon. Don't sue me. 'Nuff said. E-mail welcomed at: AllyM25@aol.com..... Don't make my poor little mailbox go lonely now, okay? Promise me you'll send me some e-mail! Rated: PG(Language only, unless you suggest what little Chibi-Usa does to Usagi violent... but I let you read that in the story) HELP ME OUT: I really need to know the bad guys of the Dark Moon(is that what it is called in the Japanimation of Sailormoon?) names. I know that the main guy is Demando or something of the another... And I need Rubeus, the four sisters, that stuff.. So if you could help me out by giving me any information about what you know in the Japan version of Sailormoon R, I would sooooooo appreciate it! Thanks! I know, I know. On with part three, please! Hey, that rhymed! Maybe I should become a poet instead of a ---::Minako jumps in:: Minako, fuming with rage: JUST GO WITH THE DAMN STORY ALREADY!!!!! Pain Under Beauty Enormous pain, liquefying Usagi's whole body, began as soon as the youngster hit impact with the duo. Of all places to fall it had to be her hand. The scream swelled up in her throat but she made herself hold it back. Mamo-chan would know about her welts on her hands and began asking questions (when she always tried so hard not to let her own Senshi even inquire anything,) and someone interrogating her was something Usagi didn't need; she knew she would eventually slip up and spill all the beans. Lying wasn't a strong quality the pigtailed teenager possessed. Biting her bottom lip until a faint drizzle of blood could be seen slowly making its way down her chin, Usagi closed her eyes and held not only the tempting scream back but her quickly forming tears. The pounding ache of her hand quickly became a pulsation; it just would not stop but instead it speed up. Her eyelashes were becoming damp from tears needing to be spilled; in addition, Usagi's head became dizzy from the pain until she thought she was either going to throw up from the nausea and eventually pass out or just plain old faint. Either one Usagi would gladly take, for it meant that she would be out cold and not feel any pain - in her hand and head or her heart. 'That stupid spore did this to me. That stupid, stupid kid.' Usagi thought bitterly but quickly felt ashamed. Poor Usagi, not a mean bone in her body; never allowed to express harsh feelings for she didn't really truly know what harsh was. Her whole life she had been pampered, either by her parents, friends, or, well, anybody. Simply because people flocked to her for her glowing happiness, and noticed mostly by a man with black hair, that the people flocking to her were men. A happiness they needed as if they were hooked on it; as if they needed it for their system or they would feel incomplete, it being their stimulant. And they intended on keeping her happy so they could stay happy. Yes, Usagi never really knew what harsh was, that is, until she found out she was a solider of justice and a past princess. "Gomen! Gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen! I never meant to land on you!" said the cone-shaped odango girl hastily. "I was careless; please forgive me." Her face was flushed yet pale and her eyes were showing a mixture of fear and courage. Such a strange mixture; did this girl contradict everything? Mamoru finally came to his senses and lifted his body from the ground. Picking the dirt off of his jeans, he smiled at the frightened girl and quickly soothed her worries. "Don't worry kiddo. I guess I could say I was lucky for such a pretty young lady to fall out of the sky on me." Usagi's eyes popped open and she stared questionably at Mamoru. And she frowned when he smiled that kidding smile of his at the youngster. How dare he! That was HER smile Mamoru gave HER when he was teasing HER. How dare he even think twice about smiling at some-some.. Usagi fumbled for the right word that was trying to use for the description of how she felt about the kid right now. A hah, she found exactly the right words. How dare he even think twice about smiling at some little brat who copied HER hairstyle. A smug smile twisted its way up on Usagi's face; ohh, she could be such a bad girl sometimes. 'My God, does this kid take everything that is mine?' Usagi thought suddenly and then mentally she laughed at her stupidity. 'Usagi my dear, I do believe you are going insane.' The little girl was covered with a strange emotion; an emotion she had never felt once in her life. But whatever it was, it sure made her heart beat faster than a horse. She was quite surprised, actually, that the two teenagers didn't hear its loud 'thump,' 'thump' as it beat widly against her ribcage. Her face turned a deep crimson and she smiled weakly at Mamoru. Forgetting about her pain at the moment, Usagi quietly wished she could claw someone's eyes out. Anybody at the second. Not only was she embarrassed of herself for thinking that Mamoru could even have the slightest attraction to this child, but she was silently wanting to be that child. How wonderful it would be to go back to the days when she was just plain old Tsukino Usagi. Not Sailormoon, not Princess Serenity, not even Usako (though Usagi would be damned if she ever admit that,) just little old Tsukino Usagi with her childhood innocence to cover up every mistake she made. But that all left her once she blossomed into a teenager, and at the moment she was quite jealous of the youth in front of her, in more than one way. "So what's your name kid?" Mamoru asked coolly. Was this all some big joke to him? Did he see that this child had just become President of 'We Love Chiba Mamoru' fan club? Usagi hoped not; just for the kid's sake that is. Usagi couldn't stand to see the little child mortified in such early years. Yes, that will all come later in life. Especially the humiliation. God knows how much humiliation Usagi had to put up through in her life; slipping on the streets as if she just tripped on some imaginary rock; failing miserably in school because her body just couldn't take in all the intuition the teacher and Ami-chan tried to put in her feeble brain; being so sensitive that people expected her to wail like a damn baby at the slightest joke about her. Yes, Usagi has had her share with humiliation and she was still only fourteen. 'Yes, that will come later in life,' she thought sourly. "My name is Princ-" the girl stopped abruptly. How careless of her! Princess Small Lady Serenity indeed! How could she had been so stupid and almost have given them her identity? Why they could even be a spy from those-those bastards that ended her life along with her mother's, Neo- Queen Serenity. So she simply went with her nickname, "My name is Usagi." Usagi blinked several times. Was her hearing playing tricks on her or did that kid just say her name was Usagi too? And even Mamoru seemed to be in the same perplexity as Usagi was. There was no way this child could also have HER name too! Usagi's voiced shake as she laid a hand on the child's shoulder and silently ask, "Excuse me? Did you just say your name was Usagi?" Usagi didn't mean to make her voice sound, putting it in a simple way, abnormally strange, but this situation was starting to freak her out. It's not everyday you have some kid fall on you from the SKY and then end up being like you in almost every possible way; from worshipping this man with ebony black hair, to the same hairstyle, and then to the exact name. This was certainly not one of Usagi's good days. Horror clouded little Usagi's usually bright, cheerful red eyes. Oh no, she didn't just give away her identity, did she? No! She wasn't going to be taken by those bad people! Those people that caused her mother to fall into a deep slumber, a sleep that she hasn't awaken from. No, no, no! They were never going to get her! Kicking Usagi in the shin as hard as her little foot could kick, the little girl quickly scurried away with all the speed she could muster. No! They were never going to get her! Not in a thousand years; little Usagi was going to save her mother and then the tranquillity she once had would be back in her life as if never left when her mother had fallen into a deep sleep which she hadn't awoken from for two months. That little brat kicked her! She KICKED her! And not only that, it hurt! All the pain she had forgotten with her hand came rushing back to her ten fold (because of the newly added pain from a certain pink hair child.) "That kid kicked me! She kicked me! Why would she just kick me from out of the blue and then just run away!?" screamed Usagi as the pain she tried to bawl up from before began to spew out of her like a can of soda that just collided with rock hard cement. Face fuming, eyes narrowed to her slits, Usagi pushed the pain and quickly took after the kid. Oh was that little nincompoop ever going to get it! With Usagi on a hot tail chase with some shin kicking kid, Mamoru was bewildered beyond his years. Well this was certainly a strange day; first he was the one chasing Usagi to the park, than began hearing her thoughts and when he told her that she began to shriek with joy and the Usagi he knew came to life again - fully animated, after that a girl sharing almost every similarity she could have with Usagi without being her own twin sister came falling out of the sky like a meteorite and landed straight on both of them, then when she said that her name was also Usagi she kicked the other Usagi in the shin, and than Usagi went after Usagi, or that Odango Atama went after little Usagi, or that little Odango Atama was running for her life because older Usagi was more crazed than she was every before; her emotions jumping from happy to sad, happy to sad, happy to angry, angry to sad, than, just to change things up a bit, sad to happy. Finally Mamoru came up with a ratitional response, a simple, three little lettered response: P.M.S. *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* I LOVE mail! Gimme, gimme, gimme! ::laughs evily or something in that matter:: Well, if you have enough time, send me something so I don't break down into a heap of sobs that nobody likes my work.. ::smiles smugly for she knows that everybody will pity her and send her e-mail so she won't cry:: hehehe.. I am the little vixen, aren't I? Peace, Allison ^ ~ "God Bless You All." P.S. Don't mind my simple humor at the top of the page... Hehehe... I'm not the best comedian, but I try... ^_^