Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Torn ❯ Chapter 1

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

Torn




Torn

by Eternal
SailorM

Statement made to save one's own ass: I don't own
Gundam Wing or Sailormoon. I also don't own the song
"Torn." If I did, I'd be rich, but I'm not, so I don't.

Warnings: R or up rated. Depressing. More
angst than usual. Character death. TWT. Contemplated suicide.
Abuse. Rape. Triangle fic. Of course, bastardized Mamorus. 3+4
mentioned in passing. Major OOC Hiiro.

Author's Note: Blame this on my three muses:
Duet-chan, C. Inuyasha, and C. Sesshoumaru (aka C. Fluffy!). We
all felt like collaborating. Collaboration isn't always a good
thing.

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Song lyrics
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She smiled at the young man before, and to her
unending delight, he grinned back at her cockishly then wrapped
her into the hug she so desperately needed right then.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm he came around like he was dignified
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"We're going to be together forever, right,
Duo?" she asked, her voice teasing. She was trying her best
to pretend that the world's weight itself did not depend on his
answer. She was trying her best to pretend she could wear a
joker's mask as well as he could.

"Of course, we are, Bunny," he
whispered. He gently lifted her head and kissed her.

It was like something out of every shoujo manga
she'd ever set eyes on. A warm, heady feeling eased down every
part of her body, and she melted against him, her arms creeping
up behind his neck to pull him even closer to her.

Without warning, the ground around them exploded,
huge boulders flying up into the air. Smaller, sharper ones cut
into her flesh, around Duo's protective hold on her body. A
second explosion, this one so audible that it drowned out her
hearing. Before her, Duo stiffened, a sharp but brief cry of pain
escaping his lips, then he sank to the ground. The red, red blood
from the bullet wound didn't even show up on his black priest
outfit until it spread - so far! so quickly! - to the
white of the collar and the sleeves.

But even before that, it had turned her white
shirt a deep and horrible maroon shade as she gathered him in her
arms once more, kneeling on the ground. "Duo," she
whispered. Tears refused to fall. Without even thinking what she
was doing, she ripped off a piece of her skirt and tried to apply
pressure to the wounds.

"Are you hurt?" he whispered, his voice
hesitant.

No need to tell him about the thin slice across
her shoulder she'd received as the bullet kept going. "Hai.
I'm fine," she answered.

"Good."

"Don't talk now, Duo," she whispered.
"Don't talk; you'll be all right."

He shook his head weakly against her stomach.
"No, I won't. Honestly, we both know it, Bunny." He
coughed violently then reached up to brush blood fingers across
her cheek. "I love you, Bunny. I always will," more
coughing, "and I'll always be looking out for you."

"Ai - ai shiteru, Duo," she returned.
"I love you too."

He smiled once more, then his entire form went
limp. Her breath caught in her throat, and she choked on it for a
long, heart-wrenching moment. Then it came, the scream. "No!
Duo!" Her body folded in over his, and she clutched him to
her even more closely.

She screamed until her voice broke. Even then she
pleaded, "Don't leave me, Duo. We promised we'd always be
together. Don't leave me. I love you, Duo."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He showed me what it was to cry
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rough hands, hands that were too familiar,
grabbed her by the shoulders. They yanked her to her feet and
turned her to face their owner. Horror swept over her.
"Mamoru! You -"

One of the hands released her, formed a fist, and
punched her into unconsciousness before she could call him a
bastard.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well you couldn't be the man that I adore
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next thing she wanted to remember, though
certainly not the actual next thing she recalled, was a voice,
deep, soft, and just a little bit nasal, whispering to her in
Japanese that she would be all right. Her name was repeated
several times, each with increasing urgency. She turned her head
to see Hiiro.

Only then did the tears start. She threw her arms
around him and wept. Wept for Duo. Wept for herself. Just wept.
Hiiro sat on the edge of the small, dirty bed, letting her cry on
him without saying a word.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You don't seem to know - or seem to care what your heart is for
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Just barely, through her pain, she felt him move
just slightly, turning towards her. Alarm shot through her as his
arms came around her, but his grip remained loose, nonconfining,
just there enough to feel, and she relaxed again.

After a few minutes, he let her go. She clutched
the thin sheet close to her chest and didn't meet his eyes. She
felt so ashamed, so dirty, so ... used.

"Usagi-san?"

She slowly looked up at him. "Hai?"

"We need to get out of here."

"He... burned my clothes." Because
Duo's blood was on them. He said he didn't want me to have
anything to remember Duo by.

A hand, far too gentle to belong to the so-called
Perfect Soldier, touched her uninjured shoulder, squeezing it
softly. "Who is he, Usagi-san?"

"Someone... someone I thought I knew."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't know him anymore
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She barely remember Hiiro carrying her out of
there, sheet and all. She barely remember them stopping long
enough for Hiiro to steal her some clothes. She barely remember
the long, long drive to Quatre's estate or Hiiro carrying her
inside. The next clear thing in her memory was waking up to a
strange blonde woman's face above hers and screaming.

"Daijoubu, Usagi-san." The voice, it
was so familiar. "I'm Quatre's sister, Iria. I'm a doctor.
I'm just checking you out, making sure you're going to be all
right."

"I'm not going to be," she whispered,
her voice harsh. She turned away from Iria and switched the
television on.

"A terrorist's bomb leaves one man dead and
a young woman kidnapped," the reporter was saying.
"Although police have not yet issued a statement, sources
tell us that the man killed was Duo Maxwell, former Gundam pilot
and member of the Preventers." Duo's image flashed across
the screen briefly. "The woman kidnapped is believed to be
his fiancee, Usagi Tsukino." She stared at her own face
before the scene changed to the park. It was... perfect, as if a
bomb had never gone off there, as if Duo hadn't... died there.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So, oneesan," Quatre impatiently asked
as soon as Iria shut the door to the room he'd given Usagi,
"how is she?" Beside him, Trowa was quiet, but his
usually blank eyes now expressed worry. Across the room, Wufei
and Hiiro were silent.

"In my professional opinion? Awful. She was
apparently cut in the explosion, the bullet grazed her shoulder,
and she was beat up." She was silent for a moment,
apparently weighing the rest of the news.

"And?" Wufei prompted.

"Sit down," she stated, making the
command into a sharp order. Except Hiiro, who had already been
sitting, they all obeyed.

Worry glistening in his eyes, Quatre asked the
question that was on their minds. "How bad is it,
oneesan?"

"Bad. I'm not going to mince words. She was
raped repeatedly, apparently by the same person. Don't be
surprised if she's afraid of men from now on."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm torn
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alone in that room, she shivered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Despite all her best efforts, her thoughts kept
drifting back. Gods, what had she ever seen in Mamoru? He
obviously had not cared for her. Even now, she could feel his
hand crack smartly across her cheek in the exact same spot he'd
punched her, apparently to keep her awake.

What choice did she have? She'd screamed until
what little remained of her voice faded away. Tears refused to
fall, and they would have done no good anyway. He thrust into her
once more brutally, spending himself, got off her, pulled his
pants back up, and walked out. He didn't say a word the entire
time he was there, and somehow that made it worse, made her feel
more dirty, used, and ashamed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next time she'd woken up in that cold barren
room Mamoru had installed her in, she wasn't there. She was in
the apartment she and Duo had shared, and she was lying in that
large bed, and Duo had his arms around her, and...

The back of Mamoru's hand hitting her face woke
her up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Illusion never changed
Into something real
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She awoke with a start, now at Quatre's house to
the sound of thunder crackling loudly across the sky.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Truly awake now, she felt arms around her. Panic
cut through her like a knife, and she struggled as hard as her
feeble and injured body would let her against them. One arm
loosened slightly, and after a few minutes, she became aware of a
hand running over her hair, stroking it in a way only one person
ever had. Duo...

"I'm not going to hurt you, Usagi-san."
But only one person here ever talked to her completely in her
native language, but when had Hiiro's voice ever sounded so rough
or hoarse?

"Hiiro-san?"

She felt him stiffen and start to move away.
Belatedly, she realized that she had changed from calling him
"Hiiro-kun" or, like Duo, "Hii-chan," she'd
used the much more impersonal "san" title.

He has to know what happened by now, she
thought to herself. So why is he being so... nice to me? I
don't deserve it, not now. Not now that I'm so dirty.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're a little late
I'm already torn
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She'd refused to go to sleep, to do anything,
alone. Even after all the time she'd spent in bed, well past the
time Iria had projected, mostly at Hiiro's insistence, she didn't
want to be any place by herself. To Quatre alone did she confess
the fear that Mamoru might come back from her again. She only
allowed certain people to be with her alone though: Quatre,
Trowa, and Hiiro. To herself, Quatre and Trowa were easily
rationalized: they were interested in each other, not girls and
certainly not her. Hiiro was a different issue; the closest she
could come was because he had been the one to rescue her. He
saved, took care of her till they got to Quatre's, comforted her
after the nightmares.

And there were a lot of nightmares these days, at
least two a night. On the nights Hiiro sat up with her, she
sometimes wondered if he got any sleep. She hadn't heard a word
from him of being tired, but even she was realistic enough to
know he wouldn't say anything until the moment he collapsed of
exhaustion.

But sometimes the dreams were of the past. She
remembered going to a fortune teller's booth to ask advice about
Seiya - and Mamoru. The violet-eyed soothsayer told her to go for
the better man.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So I guess the fortune teller's right
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And standing on top of the school, watching the
four streaks of light that were the Sailor Starlights and their
princess, she'd looked up at the man she had chosen.

And for the first time saw the coldness in his
eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And now here she sat in some cool lawyer's
office, three months after the explosion, putting her signature
on the final dotted line to sell hers and Duo's apartment. It
wasn't a matter of money (How could it be with a rich, worrying
friend like Quatre? Any of the remaining Gundam pilots, to be
honest, could purchase a small country.) and more the need to try
to move on. Duo would have wanted her to do that; she knew it in
her heart.

A warm and callused hand slipped around hers and
squeezed it gently. She resisted the urge to jump and instead
offered him a shaky smile. She just couldn't get used to this
Hiiro, who was always doing these little things to make her feel
better. And she couldn't help deciding she rather like him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
But you crawled beneath my veins and now I don't care, I have no
luck
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After all, compared to the old Hiiro, this one
was unbelievably kind. She'd come to expect his presence every
night in that large armchair across the room from her bed; she
couldn't go to sleep without it. When Quatre and Trowa were
called to L4 on urgent business and Quatre's servants had been
proposing to shut the house down until his return, as was
standard procedure, she'd almost panicked again. Leaving Quatre's
house meant going back to the tiny apartment she and Duo had been
so happy in and being alone. But then this new Hiiro had
stepped in and offered to let her stay at his own apartment, and
that had been that; she'd come to L1 with him on the next
shuttle.

Yes, she could like this Hiiro Yuy. And as for
the Perfect Soldier...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't miss it all that much
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She sat back, coughing lightly, then flushed the
toilet. Sick again. Whatever this was, she just couldn't quite
kick it.

She allowed herself a small, private smile. Guess
it was a good thing Hiiro had given her his bedroom with its
adjacent bathroom; she'd hate to consider how he'd react to her
being si-

There was a knock at the door, and she cursed for
jinxing herself. "Hai?" she called.

"Are you all right?"

Jinx, jinx, jinx! "Actually, I feel
a little sick," she answered.

She barely finished the sentence before the door
burst open and she found herself scooped up yet again. "Wh-
what are -"

"You're going to a doctor, and that's
final?"

"This coming from the man who reputedly set
his own leg?"

He growled and didn't respond, but all the same
took her downstairs, deposited her in the passenger seat of his
Jeep, and took her to the only doctor she knew he trusted.
"Find out what's wrong with her," he sternly ordered
Sally Po.

The Preventer doctor took one good look at her
and prompted shooed both Hiiro and a rather smugly amused Wufei
out of the room. "Usagi-san, how many times have you been
sick in the last week?"

"It seems like everyday." A sickening
thought occurred to her. "Masaka... you don't think.. I'm
-"

"We're going to run a few tests to find
out." It wasn't very professional, but she hugged the young
woman lightly. "It'll be all right, Usagi-san."

A few hours and various pokes and prods later,
the older woman turned back to her with a very serious face. She
bit her lip in worry. "Well?"

"You are pregnant, Usagi-san." She felt
a scream of denial building in her throat, but Sally headed her
off neatly. "I did a genetics test on the fetus. Usagi-san,
Duo is the father."

She let the breath out slowly. "Duo? You're
sure?"

"You're staying with Hiiro right?" She
nodded. "If you'd like, I'll tell him while you get
dressed."

"Thank you, Po-san."

Sally walked over to the door then paused there,
turning back to her. "If you don't mind me asking,
Usagi-san, just what are you and Hiiro to each other?"

"He's my best friend."

The doctor smiled. "Between you and me,
Usagi-san, us girls, I think he wants to be more."

She couldn't have been more surprised if Sally
had stated Mobile Suits in pink tutus were dancing ballet outside
her window. "Hiiro?"

"Just think about it, okay?" Sally
slipped out of the room, and for the first time in months, she
was alone with her thoughts.

And as hard as she thought, she couldn't quite
get rid of the nagging sensation that maybe the doctor knew what
she was talking about. She pondered that thought as she pulled
her dress back on and stepped out of the private room.

Hiiro wasn't in sight.

Before she could even ask it, Wufei answered her
question, "He said he needed to think. He left the keys
and... asked me to take you home."

She nodded mutely. Now Hiiro's leaving me
too. I'm cursed.

She was silent the entire drive and the elevator
ride up to the correct floor. When Wufei had walked her all the
way to the door, she finally said, "Thank you,
Wufei-san."

"Hiiro should be back soon. I can stay until
he gets back if you'd like."

She offered him a faint smile. "We'll be
fine. Go back to work."

He nodded but waited until she'd locked the door
behind her to leave.

She slowly curled up on the couch, where Hiiro
normally slept after she was asleep for the night, and closed her
eyes in thought. Mine and Duo's baby. A piece of him forever.
I haven't completely lost him. She shivered as a sudden
chill passed through her, wrapping up in one of the blankets
Hiiro used.

A figure with dark wings and a long chestnut
braid gazed sadly at the woman before it and pulled its hand
back.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's just so many things
That's I can't touch

I'm torn
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She was dozing, almost asleep when Hiiro came
home an hour later. She awoke to the sound of white boxed
packages with noisy crinkly tissue paper inside them being set
down on the coffee table before her. He knelt in front of the
couch and brushed her bangs out of her eyes.

"Where'd you go?" she asked sleepily.

He took a deep breath then spoke. "Before I
answer that, tell me this first: is this good news or bad,
Usagi-san?"

She paused, thinking over this seriously. "I
don't know, but I think it's good."

She grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.
Once she was standing, he didn't let go. "Okay. Then go get
a shower and get dressed. I'm taking you out."

"But, why -"

"To celebrate."

"But, I don't have anything to -"

"Thought of that already." He handed
her the top box. "This should fit."

Nervously she opened the box and slowly pulled
out the silver dress within it. "This is... too beautiful
for me to wear, Hiiro-kun." She didn't even notice herself
slipping back into her old pattern of speaking.

With gentle hands, he turned both her and the
dress still held before her and directed her back to the bedroom.
"Get ready. The reservations are in an hour."

"Reservations?"

"Hai, to eat. Go, get ready." He handed
her a second box. "Here are the shoes. Get ready,
Usa-chan."

It wasn't until she stood under the warm spray a
few minutes later that she realized what he'd called her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hiiro-kun?" she asked, looking up from
the menu to meet his eyes.

"Hai?" he seemed a bit distracted.

"Can you really afford all this?"

He laughed shortly, and she blinked sharply in
pleasant surprise. She'd never heard him laugh, really laugh,
before. "Don't worry about that. I've got plenty enough of
Oz's money stored away and what Une pays me as a Preventer."

"So we're eating on Oz tonight?" she
quipped, turning back to the menu with predatory eyes.

He laughed again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Illusion never changed
Into something real
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Usa-chan - I mean, Usagi-san..."

"Usa-chan is fine," she interrupted.

"There's something we need to talk about.
It's kind of serious." She set down her menu and met his
eyes calmly. "Do you know what you're going to do now."

She bit her lip "I hadn't exactly thought of
it. Being pregnant at eighteen wasn't exactly one of my life
goals." He's going to kick me out of the apartment. this
whole dinner is just an elaborate way of -

" -stay with me," he was saying in a
rush. "If you want to, I mean."

"Nani?"

He took a deep breath (He's doing that a lot
lately, she inanely thought to herself) and repeated
himself. "I'd like you to stay with me. But only if you want
to."

"Hiiro-kun?" She leaned a little closer
to him, looking carefully into his Prussian blue eyes. "What
are you saying?"

"I'm saying... that I'd like to... I'd like
you to stay with me - both of you! - for as long as you'd like.
I... want... I'd like to be a part of both of your lives, for as
long as you want me around."

"Hiiro-kun?" she prompted again.

"I know I'm probably not saying this right,
but I don't know how to. And I know right now probably isn't the
best time to say it. But I'd like to spend the rest of my life
with you, even it's just as friend, however you'll have me.
But," he took yet another deep breath and finished off the
rest in one breath, "I'd really like for you to marry
me."

There was absolute silence for a long moment. It
was broken by a clap of thunder from the colony's automated
weather system.

~~~~~~~~
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
~~~~~~~~

"Hiiro-kun? I don't know what to
say..."

"Then don't until you're ready." He
smiled faintly at her; it look so forced. "Are you ready to
order yet?"

~~~~~~~~
You're a little late
I'm already torn
~~~~~~~~

"Preventer Leader and Spokeswoman Une made a
statement today regarding the latest operation. According to her
statement, Mamoru Chiba was being investigated as the terrorist
behind the death of Duo Maxwell, a Preventer. Chiba fled from the
Preventers and was killed trying to escape -" The television
sizzled into blackness; the made-man storm had knocked the
electricity out.

She turned and stood before the only picture in
her room. She and Duo stood before the camera before the camera,
his arms slung possessively around her shoulders.

~~~~~~~~
There's nothing where he used to lie
~~~~~~~~

"What should I do, Duo?" she whispered,
picking up the picture and clutching it to her chest, laying back
across the full-sized bed. "Hiiro's been so good to me since
I lost you. I don't think I could have survived without him.
Demo... this is a big thing he's asking of me. What should I do,
Duo? What should I tell him?" At the silence, twin tears
slid down her face. "Maybe it would be easier if I weren't
here anymore. I'm nothing but trouble, a damned and deadly jinx.
Maybe Hiiro would be safe if I were dead."

~~~~~~~~
My inspiration has run dry
~~~~~~~~

At the head of the bed, a shadowy figure bolted
up right in alarm. A soundless cry of denial came to its - his -
lip. 'No, don't, Bunny!'

It was useless though; she couldn't hear him. But
maybe...

It - he ran literally through the door to where
the man who had been his best friend in life sat on the couch, a
look of pure guilt on his face as he stared blankly at the floor.

~~~~~~~~
That's what's goin' on
Nothing's right

I'm torn
~~~~~~~~

'Hiiro!!' he called, nearly screaming in his
friend's ear. The Japanese young man didn't even blink. Faintly,
so faintly Hiiro probably couldn't even hear it, he heard the
sound of glass breaking. 'Come on, Hii-chan. This is not
the time for a guilt trip! Anytime but now! Come on! Snap out of
it, Hiiro! Bunny needs you!'

~~~~~~~~
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
~~~~~~~~

He bolted to his feet, eyes resolute, and quickly
crossed the room, tapping lightly on the door.
"Usagi-san?" There was no answer. "Usa-chan?"
Still no answer. What to do?

Normally he'd leave, give her her privacy, but
now... he couldn't. Something deep in him told him she was in
trouble, she needed him.

~~~~~~~~
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
~~~~~~~~

He twisted the door knob hard, hearing the lock
break, and slipped in the dark room. His eyes adjusted quickly to
the lack of light as he'd been trained to do - and what he saw
nearly stopped his heart.

The first thing he took in was her still form on
the bed - then the broken shards of glass all over the room from
the broken window.

His mind froze on a simple thought for a long
moment: This is my fault. I drove her to this.

A loud sigh broke through the guilt.

Nande?

~~~~~~~~
Illusion never changed
Into something real
~~~~~~~~

She sat up slowly, setting the picture down on
the dresser. She'd made up her mind at last.

A thin figure appeared between her and the
window, the crunching sounds of the glass beneath his feet the
only clue of his approach. As he slowly knelt down before her,
she saw tormented Prussian blue eyes staring at her.

"Hiiro-kun?"

As if prompted by the sound of his name, his arms
snaked around her waist and his head fell in her lap as if
exhausted. "I thought... you'd killed yourself and it was
all my fault," he confessed in a broken whisper.

"I'm right here, Hiiro. It's all
right," she whispered just loud enough to be heard over the
raging storm outside, her fingers combing through his dark hair.

~~~~~~~~
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
~~~~~~~~

"Hiiro?"

"Hmm?" He sounded contented at least.

"I will."

"What?" He looked up quickly to meet
her eyes. Their faces were inches apart, his arms still around
her waist.

"I will... marry you, Hiiro."

"You... you will?" There was something
in his voice that sounded eerily like glee mixed with a great
deal of apprehension.

"Hai, but I want you to know this now before
we go any further."

"Hai?"

"It's going to be a long time before I
feel... safe... having..."

~~~~~~~~
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
~~~~~~~~

His lips brushed against hers in a chaste kiss.
"I won't push you for anything you're not ready for,
Usagi."

~~~~~~~~
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
~~~~~~~~

The wedding was a quiet, small affair with only
the other Gundam pilots, Iria, and Sally Po in attendance. Just
as well anyway; Hiiro probably would have shot anyone who saw him
blushing like that at the end of the ceremony.

A silent uninvited guest, with dark wings and a
long chestnut braid, smiled at the happiness the woman he'd loved
had found with his best friend. The smile change to a smirk.
Maybe she'd get him to quit blushing if she kept kissing him like
that.

His work here was done. He could finally move on.

~~~~~~~~
You're a little late
~~~~~~~~

"So why do you call your daddy Papa?"

"Because I have two dads: Papa and Daddy.
But Daddy died a long time ago, before I was born, and now I have
Papa!"

She giggled listening to the two five-year-olds
talking in the living room. Hiiro would love to hear her explain
the situation like that. She stuck her head in through the
doorway. "Trin, pick up your toys. Your Papa will be home
any minute now. Ken, are your parents coming over to dinner
tonight?"

"Hai, Yuy-san, if Daddy doesn't get
lost." He paused. "Yuy-san? Yuy-san is home."

She smiled. He was trying, but Japanese just
wasn't coming to him, not since most people spoke English these
days. "Pick up your toys, Trinity."

"Hai, Mama."

She picked her way through the living room and
took up her position at the door. Ken and Trinity smiled, well
used to this routine. When it opened a moment later and her
husband appeared, though, she decided to deviate from the pattern
and instead latched onto his arm. "Okaeri nasai,
anata." She winked at him just slightly, letting him in on
the prank. "Ryoga-san and Hitomi-san will be joining us for
dinner."

"Mama?" Trinity Yuy's small voice asked
petulantly.

"Hai, Trin-chan?"

"Aren't you forgetting something,
Mama?"

"I am?"

"Hai, Yuy-san, you're forgetting
something," piped up Ken.

She grinned and kissed her husband at last,
laughing slightly against his lips, winding her arms around his
neck and melting against him.

He still blushed every time.

~~~~~~~~
I'm already torn
~~~~~~~~

::Fin::



4 April 2001

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Writing:
3 April 2001:
Begun 1:20 p.m.
Paused 2:32 p.m. Resumed 4:20 p.m.
Paused 5:01 p.m. Resumed 5:24 p.m.
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Finished 1:02 a.m. 4 April

Typing:
4 April 2001:
Begun 1:03 a.m.
Paused 2:39 a.m. Resumed 11:41 a.m.
Finished 1:49 p.m.

Revision:
4 April 2001:
Begun 1:52 p.m.
Finished 2:07 p.m.

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