Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Fear of the Eyes Unseen ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 1

AN: WHOOT! me backs to torment all of you! BWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA... anyways glad you guys liked the story so far ^__________^ yayishness. hehehee. well I don't really have anything to say so ON WITH THE SHOW!

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"Hello, welcome to the Cafe, can I get you uys anything to start out?"

"We'll just have 2 coffees thank you."

"Alright, I'll give you guys a few moments to look at the menu," and the watress turned and walked away.

It was late in the night, and the waitress was working a late night shift. Dressed in a 50's style dress she walked behind the counter and pulled out two muggs. Her hair was once again, in the usual odango haired style. She lived on her own, for nearly 3 years now ever since her father died when she was 15, leaving her to fend for herself. Now she wasn't in school, everyday just trying to get enough money to get by. Living in the dangerous, unclean, shabby part of the large city. It was all she could afford and refused any generous offers given to her.

Turning around she set the two coffees on the table, "Well, are you two ready to order?"

"No we'll just stick to the coffee miss," came the reply.

"Alright sir," she answered and turned her head to the door as another pair came through the door. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the two, "Quatre, Makoto, what are you two doing hear at this hour?"

"What? Two of your best friends can't come and visit?" the brunette questioned lightly.

"Usagi, you know that we always come this hour," the blonde, Quatre, told her shaking a finger at her.

"Geh, guess I lost track of time," Usagi answered sheepishly.

"You always do, girl," Makoto said with a laugh taking a seat, dragging Quatre down on the other side.

Walking over, Usagi took out her notepad and pen, "So can I get you two anything?"

"We're friends so we get freebees right?"

"Nope," Usagi answered with a amused grin.

Quatre feigned being hurt, putting a hand to his chest, "That hurts Usagi, that really hurts. I thought you loved us?"

The odango haired girl just stuck a tongue out at her friend. Makoto laughed in at the two blondes antics.

"Hey! Usagi, I don't pay you to chat, there's two customers waiting!" came a stern voice of a man from the kitchen. It was her boss, the usual idea you'd picture in a small cafe like this. An overweight middle aged man, unclean shirt and pants. A dirty apron, the works.

"Well we better go, just dropped by to say hi," Makoto said getting back up.

"Alright, thanks for coming guys," she told the two as they headed for the door.

"You know we're always there for you Usagi," Quatre smiled with a wave, and was out the door.

Usagi sighed slightly, turning away from the door she faced the two new customers, "How many are with you tonight?"

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The drive had been silent ever the pair left the rave. Dorothy's eyes stared at the road in front of her, never looking away. The suitcase sat in the backseat, where it had been tossed. Trowa's arms were raised behind his head as he leaned against the seat.

The brunette sat up nearly instantly when the car came to a stop, "If I remember correctly we still have 15 minutes before we get back."

"We're getting something to eat," Dorothy answered without looking at him. She turned off the engine in the parking lot, and unbuckled.

"Can't we get food there?"

"I feel like going to a run down cafe. Got a problem?" she snapped at him.

"No no problem, but what about coming back late?"

Dorothy laughed, "With you here? She won't do anything to me."

"So she'll do something to me?" he questioned her, unbuckling as well.

She shrugged in response, "I never said that." And the two got out and headed into the Cafe. Inside they bypassed two people exiting out of the cafe. They turned to look at he waitress when she acknoledged them.

"How many are with you tonight?"

"Just us two," came the blunt response.

The blonde waitress nodded understanding, grabbing to menus she led the pair to an empty booth. "Can I get you two anything to start out with?"

"No not now," Trowa answered.

Usagi smiled slightly, "Alright then." She turned away from them and headed to help out another customer.

"It's odd..."

Trowa looked at his comrade, "What's odd?"

"That girl, she looks too... sweet to be working in this kind of place," Dorothy answered with a smirk.

"Does it really matter?"

"Just an observation, that's all."

Trowa didn't answer. Opening up the tattered menu, he looked for something to eat.

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Dorothy stood idling inside the cafe, as Trowa headed out before to get the car warmed up. She stood from the booth and strolled over to the waitress that stood, cleaning the counter. She stopped right behind the girl and whipsered to her, "You shouldn't be here, Usagi."

Usagi jumped in surprise and flung around to look at the other blonde, "What? How do you know my name?"

"Your tag. You shouldn't be here."

"Why shouldn't I?" Usagi questioned looking at the girl.

Dorothy smirked as she grabbed a tight hold on the girl. Leaning towards Usagi until they were mere inches apart she whispered in a deadly tone, "This place hides many things that little girls like you couldn't handle."

Usagi was thouroghly unnerved. Taking a step back, she wrenched herself from the other's tight grip, "The Cafe's closing soon. You might want to leave."

"Very well, wouldn't want to interfere with your business," nodding slightly in mock acknoledgment to walked out of the cafe, her long blonde hair breezing the unnerved girl as it trailed by.

She shivered as she watched the stranger walk out. That girl held something about her. She wasn't a normal girl, not anything compared to herself. The eighteen year old went back to work hastily trying to get her thoughts straight.

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A lone figure lyed on a elegantly designed couch. Her head lyed on the arm rest over a pillow, short black heair spread about it. Her legs lay restlessly on the other end, one propped up as she looked at the ceiling. One slender like hand rested on her stomach dawned in silk, while the other held a wine glass filled with a dark purple liquid.

"They're late," she said outloud to the seemingly empty room.

"Do you propose to do anything maam?" came an older voice of a woman.

A light smile played on her lips, "Maybe, maybe not."

The woman chuckled from her place in the shadows, "Just like you Hotaru, never allowing anyone know your true thoughts."

The pale skinned girl smirked at the woman's remark and took a sip of the dark colored wine,"Of course Setsuna, only you truely know how I am, only you."

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AN: *jumps up and down* done done done with dis chapter! wHOoooooT!!! Yea, I'm makin Hotaru the bad girl *sweatdrop* feh, oh wellz hehehe.
So REVIEW MAI LUFFLIES!! THANK YOU!!!