Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Because of You ❯ Okaa-san leaves...My name is Usagi ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Because of You

Author: Cheska

E-mail Address: Minnashime@aol.com

Rating: PG or PG-13

Chapter: 1

Disclaimer: *posts up a sign*

Cheska does not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing.

Author's Note: Hai, I'm back and with a new story. This is dedicated

to my good friend Sairys. Happy Birthday…well, it's over now but yeah..!! ^^ *throws around confetti and takes out a large cake* *takes a slice and begins eating*

Read and see if it's good or not. ^^

Hope you like it. ^_~

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Throughout most of my life, I've been known to be cheerful and would always

bring light into people's lives. I'm not sure what to make of it, but it's

just natural. For the past sixteen years it's been this way. And as

time passes by, my affinity to light only gets stronger. Even with the

weight of the world on my shoulders.

It's only because of a kid I met years ago. Yes, all the ecstasy I radiate

has a purpose. And that purpose was from one child I met a decade ago.

One child. One kid. One boy...

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13 years ago: Colony L2

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A beautiful woman with long silver-lavender hair held the hand of a three year old child. The woman was graceful with the aura of royalty radiating from her and her silver eyes heralded wisdom. Beside this woman was a small 3 year old girl. Blond hair done up to be identical to her mother's which were meatballs or odangoes. The child's form was quite small but her crystalline blue eyes captivated everyone. For in her eyes carried so much innocence and love for all things as well as curiosity.

Both ladies stepped out of the shuttle and into a horde of people, greetings and conversations heard all around them.

"Okaa-san, why are we here?" questioned her daughter.

At the simple question, it sent a wave of guilt into the woman's system.

For a brief moment, her silver eyes pained and darkened. Without an answer, the mother led her child outside the shuttle port and into the artificial light of the Colony.

"Okaa-san?"

Her mother constantly kept up her pace while at the same time took brief glances in back of her, as if searching for something or someone. After a few minutes, the woman slowed down and placed her daughter onto a bench with the shade of a tree enveloping it.

"Okaa-san?" the young child murmured uneasily.

"Boko o yuruse.." her mother pleaded to her god/goddess. Pleading for forgiveness over what she was about to do now.

"Douka shita no?" the blond worriedly asked her mother, placing her small

hand up to her mother's cheek.

"Mesume, my child, everything will be okay. Everything will be fine soon," her mother's soothing words whispered to her child's ear as she held her small hand.

"You mean nothing's okay right now?" her mesume innocently questioned.

"Iie, iie. *sigh* Kiite kudasai," her mother shook her head.

"I'm listening, okaa-san. You know that.."

"Of course you are, mesume. There are bad people out in the world. Out here. And your okaa-san needs to leave you for awhile."

"Kaerimasu ka?" ((:Will you return?/Will he/she return?))

"Kaerimasu." her mother answered with a small smile, her eyes reflecting

off sorrow momentarily.

"Itsu?" asked the girl.

"When I can. Until then, please take care? I want you to stay here.

Right here until these two nice people come. They'll be wearing church outfits. A priest and a nun. Go with them when they address you. Do you understand, mesume?" her mother informed her.

"Hai, I do.."

"That's a good girl..." her mother brushed back her blond bangs and kissed

her forehead. Then got up and glimpsed in back of them before taking off

with one last wave.

"Aishiteru..."her mother murmured with a teardrop falling from her shining

silver eyes, before disappearing into the exit of the terrain she was placed at.

"Okaa-san.."

I didn't really know it at that time. But that was the day my mother abandoned me. I'm not sure what happened to her or what she was running from. I never really found out and seeing as I was three years old at the time, I didn't comprehend such a complex situation. But now, now I do.

I know my mother loves me, she said so herself. I wonder what happened to her...maybe someday I'll find her. Someday...

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Night time came around as the lights dimmed and became filled with empty, inky blackness with only a small comfort from the lamps near her side.

Pedestrians and children with their parents soon left the busy streets to enter their warm homes and leave the chilly night air.

"You must be the one..."a sweet and warm voice intruded the silence that the young girl grew used to as the hours passed by.

Raising her head, the young child addressed the two people with a silent nod. In front of her was a woman around her early thirties and beside her a young man just two-three years younger. The woman was dressed in a nun outfit of black while the man in priest garments, a wooden cross dangling from his neck.

"It is her..."the woman gleefully clapped her hands while the man bent down to see the child better.

"What is your name?" the priest asked.

"Usagi. Tsuki Usagi."

The priest smiled alongside the nun. He extended out his hand towards the young girl and she took it.

"I am Father Maxwell and this is Sister Mary. Your mother wanted you to come with us."

"Hai, she said you'd come for me.." Usagi understood and hopped off the bench.

Together, the three left area to take Usagi back with them to the orphanage.

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A tall building lay in front of the three, two street lights at each corner of the street. Despite the time, children's voices were heard with shouts, arguments, and/or small mutterings of conversations.

"This will be your home, Usagi. You'll be staying with us from now on..."Sister Mary informed the girl.

"Ano...do you know how long it'll take till okaa-san comes back?" Usagi questioned.

Sister Mary's eyes and Father Maxwell heard the young child's question but from it came a deep regret.

"You must be tired, why don't you rest for awhile?" Sister Mary suggested.

"Demo..."

"Sleep now, child, and we'll talk about it later. Okay?" Father Maxwell urged.

Usagi obeyed and the woman led her inside the slightly dilapidated building.

Inside warmth flowed through easily but the room was in need of repairs in certain areas. Chipped paint and loosened boards were obvious with walls filled with graffiti.

As Usagi stared in awe at the abode, children glared at her. Some of them stared out of curiosity, some in hatred or jealousy, and others in indifference.

"This'll be your room for now, you'll be sharing it with others. Is that all right?" Sister Mary stopped before a white bleached door.

"Hai," Usagi agreed and the nun opened the door revealing several plain white beds settled in rows from wall to wall.

"Over there, right at the corner it's available…" Sister Mary pointed as she strolled down the room with Usagi.

As Usagi slipped inside the cool covers, the nun went off into a cabinet and pulled out a white cotton nightgown. The young blond dressed quickly and quietly and settled inside. While Usagi prepared for bed, Sister Mary folded up the young girl's old clothes and carried it with her.

Bending over, the Sister brushed back the blonde's bangs and whispered good-night before leaving the room.

"Good-night," Usagi murmured before sleep claimed her weary body.

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My first night in the orphanage wasn't too bad. Of course, at that time

I didn't really have time to converse with anyone. It was the following day that I realized how tough it is to fit in. But it disappeared once I met a certain young ruffian. A child who had no real name, but he didn't need one. You don't really need a name to get to know someone. All you have to know is who they are inside.

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Usagi sat perched outside on the patio, her once bright eyes dimmed and lined with tears that fell ceaselessly. She sniffed and tried to grab a hold of herself but all was in vain. She couldn't stop them from falling down, her heart and soul hurt too much by what the others have done to her since her awakening. She could still recall the incident.

*Flashback*

Usagi was roughly pulled awake by a young girl a few years older than herself.

Her dull, blonde hair, and brown eyes glaring at her.

"Get up!" she barked.

"Huh?"

"Did you hear me?! I said get up!"

Usagi was immediately thrown onto the floor, scrambling to get her footing and finally realizing where she was.

"New girl! Don't you know what time it is?" demanded the dull blond.

"Iie.." stammered Usagi.

"Speak up! What gibberish are you talking about? This is the L2 Colony!

We don't speak that nonsense!"

"I...I.."

"If you don't do what I say around here, you'll find yourself in big trouble. Do you understand?!"

"H-Yes, yes ma'am.." Usagi cowered at the blazing fire that the young girl saw in the dull blonde's brown eyes. Fire that thirsted, needed to fuel up and blaze. Fire that she knew, that if she got too close, she'd burn. Burn badly.

"Good! Now get up and go downstairs to do the chores! Now!" she barked.

At that mere command, Usagi scrambled up and ran away. Almost forgetting to change in the process.

*End Flashback*

Her morning had been terrible, but that wasn't what led her into tears. Oh no,

it was something else.

*Flashback*

Usagi dressed up and ran downstairs, afraid she'd get caught if she dawdled.

Once she reached the final step, that dull blond haired girl waited for her.

Alone.

"Good! Go to the kitchens and clean the pots and pans. After that you'll be cleaning the floors. Do I make myself clear?!"

"Yes, ma'am.." Usagi answered dully.

Immediately, Usagi trudged herself towards the kitchens that were pointed out to her and set about her tasks.

(I never knew, I'd be put into this type of situation. How'd this come to be? Okaa-san, where are you?)Usagi instantly felt a pang inside her heart at the memory of her dear mother.

A tear fell down her eyes and onto the silver pot that she washed.

"Crying, little girl?"the familiar sound of her 'superior' drawled.

Usagi didn't reply and continued on with her task.

"There's no use in crying, 'girl'. No one cares. Why else were you put into this orphanage? Huh? Tell me that?" she taunted.

"Someone does care! My mother! She'll come for me! You'll see!" Usagi whirled around and answered back, her voice rising with every word that left her mouth.

"Hmph. Your mother left you. She won't come back, you'll see..."and with that the girl left.

Moments later, Sister Mary came in with a look of surprise on her face

at finding Usagi there.

"My dear, what are you doing here?" Sister Mary scooted herself inside and by Usagi's side.

"Another girl came in, waking me up. She said I had to do all these chores..." Usagi rambled in between sniffs and tears.

Sister Mary's eyes twinkled in mild amusement and disappointment at the news. Lightly touching the girl's arm, she led her down the stool she stepped on and out the back door from the kitchen.

"You listen here, don't mind that girl Terry. She's just a bully around here and those chores she set for you? Those were hers as punishment.

Thought she could get out of them, did she? Well I'll have a word with her. Now run along dear," Sister Mary pushed Usagi out the door and into the light.

*End of Flashback*

Even with the Sister's kind words and watching over her, Usagi didn't feel right. Those words that Terry told her, what if they were true?

What if her mother wasn't come back? Who would care for her? Who?

"Okaa-san..."Usagi mumbled and drew her body closer.

A young boy at the age of five watched the crying girl from the rooftops.

His brown hair reaching up to his shoulders, were tied in a tight, small braid.

His cobalt blue eyes eyed the blond with careful interest. Wondering what made her so sad. He noticed her yesterday night, her crystalline blue eyes staring in awe at every detail that she managed to catch. It made him take up an interest with her, wondering who she was and why a girl like her is here.

Wanting to get to know the young girl, he decided to pay her a visit and see what's wrong. After all, both of them had something in common. They were now orphans and alone: alone in this world filled with children who lost their families.

He was only a few feet away from her after he hopped off the tall tree.

The young girl didn't even notice his movements, of course no one at the orphanage or in the colony has managed to catch him sneaking around the place.

Ever since he can remember, he's always had the ability to go around as a thief, taking what he needed to live. It was the only way he knew how.

As he studied the mournful girl, he took the time to observe his surroundings and recalled a rose bush not too far away from here. Instinctively, Duo ran off and plucked a red rose from the bush all the while being careful not to get pricked. When he returned, the blond was still crying her eyes out.

Stealthily, the boy made his way toward her and as he reached her side he plucked out a petal and let it land softly above her head.

Usagi felt a presence nearby but took no notice of it. When she saw felt something fall, Usagi's head rose up and a red petal fell onto the back of her hand lying against her knee. She picked it up and studied the soft, velvety feeling.

"What is this? Where did it come from?" Usagi croaked out, her voice too weak to speak.

"Here's the rest of it; for you. You shouldn't cry, it doesn't fit you as well as when you're happy," a male voice murmured into her ear from her side.

Turning her head around, she saw a boy a little bit older than her with caring cobalt blue eyes.

"Thank you..." Usagi said in gratitude and took the rose, studying it.

"It's called a....rose. A flower.." the boy replied to her earlier question.

"Where did you get this?" Usagi asked.

"A rose bush nearby, there's more where it comes from but it's hard to get. You could prick yourself with it," he warned her.

"Ouch!" At the sound of his warning, Usagi pricked her index finger but didn't drop the flower.

"See.." he sat down next to her and reached out for her hand. He studied the cut and then reached into his pocket to retrieve a clean napkin he managed to carry with him. The ruffian wrapped it around her finger and sealed it.

"There, all better.."

"Thank you," Usagi shyly murmured and went back to studying the rose.

"You like flowers, don't you?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure why but whenever I look at them they make me feel more at ease."

"If flowers are what takes to make you happy, maybe I should give more out to you."

"You're nice." Usagi smiled grandly up at the boy and he smiled back.

"My name is Usagi."

"Mine's Duo."

After a moment's silence, Duo spoke up again.

"You know, Usagi your name is kinda weird."

"Weird?" Usagi scrunched up her face at the word.

"Yeah, weird. What about Usa instead? It's shorter and easy to say for me!"

"Okay," Usagi shrugged her shoulders in innocence and smiled.

"Usagi! It's time for lunch.." Sister Mary came out from the kitchen only to see the two staring over at her in wonderment.

"Ahh...I see you met Duo over here. Now Duo, I hope you don't get the little one over here in big trouble, okay? I'm counting on you," Sister Mary gave a small smile over at the boy.

"I won't," Duo grinned and took Usagi's hand into his own as he led her inside.

(A red rose? Duo? Never would think he'd give one of those to a girl at his age..)Sister Mary gave a warm smile inside her heart at the darling sight and closed the door.

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After the meeting with Duo, I felt more at ease: peaceful. Sure of myself. He was a great friend and companion. Ever since that day, the two of us grew close and he'd take care of me just like what Sister Mary told him to do. And I'm grateful for that.

To be continued...

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There goes that beginning chapter. A start to a new series of chapters

on another pairing set. Since the last attempt for a Duo/Usagi didn't

quite end up in what you'd say as a happy thing. I'll make this and

hopefully it'll end nicely. Maybe or maybe not, it depends really.

Well that's it, ja ne minna! ^^