Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Cold Love Twisted Love ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 2 )

Author Notes: You know I have to admit I'm kind of shocked that so many people labeled the prologue as creepy. Especially considering that what I have planned later makes it seem a lot tamer ^^;;

Purr, Of course it's Mamoru. I don't particularly like him, but I'm going to do my best to write him in character for this. Aka, those who are waiting for him to club Usagi or anything ^^;; you might wanna turn away now.

And I'd like to give a special thanks to Phedre no Delaunay, you actually tell me the bad and the mistakes as well as the good in my fanfictions. Thanks ever so much. I hope this fic's 'potential' doesn't fade as I release the chapters.

And a general note to everyone before I start this tame chapter. If you were looking to be creeped out, try in a couple chapters. My pre-readers swear it's creeping them out and a few seem to have vanished on me, hmm...Oh, and for those wandering what I mean by my pre-readers have already gotten a hold of the next two chapters, I'm currently writing about a chapter a day for this project. So regardless of reviews, until the great Flood of Harry Potter/Sailormoon fan fictions flood the way, I'll be releasing a chapter a week. For more information on the Flood and why I won't be updating for three months after it happens, visit my author profile....Also for those who are wanting a Usagi/Farfello coupling, be careful what you wish for.

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Chapter One:

The shop wasn't as nearly crowded as it usually was. In fact one could say it was doing badly in comparison to most days. This was probably due to the fact that most of it's workforce was busy with deliveries, and not many of the usual window shoppers were interested in plain normal Ken, or with the new member of the florist team, Aya-chan.

"Thank you, come again," her sweet voice chimed as yet another satisfied customer left with their arms full of aromatic flowers. She loved this job. It filled her with joy seeing the looks of thanks and happiness, each customer acquired after buying a bouqet of flowers. It was all too relaxing.

"Hidaka-san, could you please help me get this plant down?" She requested as she gestured towards a green giant that lorded over all others as it rested on the highest shelf in the store. She would of attempted to get it herself, but she remembered all too well how pleased the others had been with her before, when she had single-handedly managed to bring the whole store to a halt as the case fell over with her on it. That hadn't been an easy case to explain to the others.

Ken glanced up from watering some of the plants, and deftly dodging the grabs of some of his own fans. How he had somehow acquired fans that cared more for him than Aya or Yohji was beyond him. They weren't exactly a welcome bunch, but he was able to tolerate them. "That one?" He almost groaned at the memory of Aya being furious at the group the last time Aya-chan had put herself into danger. If he didn't help he'd be the only one to suffer the red-head's rage. A shudder ran through him and he held up a hand to stave off his group. "Sure thing, be there in a second," he called as he waded through the groups of girls. Why did he seem to attract the young highschoolers anyway? He could almost swear that most of them were from junior high.

The smiling girl nodded and watched as Ken started his ascent to the top. She wished him all the luck in the world. She still had a few bruises from her last fall. Since her attention was diverted, she didn't notice the smaller girl tugging on her shirt until the kid somehow managed to pull her sleeve down and reveal her pale creamy skin. With a shriek that sent Ken tumbling off of the shelf, she whirled to confront her attacker to see an adorable girl with her hair in pigtails. The girl smiled sweetly and pressed a long thin package into her hands before waving and running out of the store. Maybe she had screamed too loudly at the kid?

Ken winced as he plucked out needles from a cactus he had managed to break his fall on, really, why would people put a cactus so close to a ladder anyway? He had a sneaking suspicion that Aya-chan had a slightly different reason than he had been led to believe, especially if these sharp needles had a say in it. He noticed his small group eying him nervously, ready to dart to his side and take care of his wounds. The thought made him shudder, the last thing he needed was a pack of girls fighting over each other to take care of him. Besides, he had a feeling if the majority of them came too close he'd probably end up being put in jail. "What is it?" He managed to question as Aya-chan tore the package open.

"I'm not sure…" She attempted to find the darling that had delivered the package but realized that child was long gone. She pulled up her almost forgotten shirt sleeve and glared darkly at Ken. She couldn't accuse him yet, but she'd keep an eye on him. If it turned out he was responsible for any of it, she was going to make sure her Oniichan taught him a lesson or two.

With a shrug she managed to tear off the rest of the drab brown paper and blinked at the blank CD that was left. "What is this?" She wondered as she searched for something to play it in. Ignoring Ken's sudden interest, and sudden desire to free the CD from her hands, Aya-chan plopped the CD into the nearest available player and pushed play.

Ken was torn between trying to herd the shoppers out of the store, and trying to protect Aya-chan in case it was some sort of bomb. The last thing he needed was explain to her brother how Aya-chan got hurt while he was busy shoving customers out of the store. He paused in his mental debate as he noticed that the CD wasn't doing anything, with a sigh of relief he turned back to his customers and forced a smile. Knowing Aya-chan she wasn't going to give up that easily, she had a familiar stubborn streak that had gotten her more trouble than he could remember. Plastering a pleasant smile on his face he turned his attention to the milling crowd who were either actually considering buying flowers, and those that were just there to watch the workers and settled on him. Getting them all out of the store without any more injuries to himself was going to be difficult.

Aya-chan meanwhile had decided that perhaps the CD wasn't an audio one afterall and jogged to Omi's room. Usually she wouldn't dare enter one of the guy's rooms. She had accidently stumbled into Yohji's once and that experience had almost been enough to scar her. Ever since then she'd been extra careful staying away from the playboy, not that she really needed to though, her brother was protective enough that all three of the others knew to keep their hands and eyes off of her. It was nice having such a loving brother. She opened Omi's door and sighed in relief, just as she thought, Omi didn't have any embarrassing objects or pictures in his room. As her eyes landed on his personal computer she grinned and sat down. Surely the computer could tell her what kind of CD it was, right?

Thrilled with a sense of adventure, she started his computer and inserted the disc. What was on it? Maybe a map of some kind like she used to pretend when she was little? Or maybe it was a game, though if that was the case, it was probably meant for Omi anyway. Her smile turned into a frown as she started to drum her fingers in a rhymathic pattern, what was taking so long? Wasn't Omi taking care of his computer? This thing was taking forever. She was about to abandon all hope when an image appeared in the middle of the screen. Her eyes widened slightly at the bare room that was being shown and she frowned. "What is this?"

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Ken sighed in relief as the rest of the girls finally left. The store was empty once more and he flipped the close sign in hopes it'd stay that way. His first instinct was to check on Aya-chan, but that instinct was soon interrupted as he realized an exhausted Omi was entering the store. "Finish early?"

Omi gave a weary smile and managed to nod. He barely even registered the fact that a cactus he had been nursing to health was on the ground and in tatters. He was just too tired. It was amazing how much energy a high school girl could have when chasing after a member of the opposite sex. Even more so when she realized he was from the same school as she was. He could almost swear that some of these orders were meant only to torture him. That had to be the case... Dimly he noticed something missing, something more important than his cactus. Something that could really manage to bring him harm if he didn't find it. "Where's Aya-chan?"

Ken winced. "I think she's upstairs, she got some sort of package from this toddler. I didn't see anyone else around, and don't know where the kid got it. It looked okay… I think she went to look for something to play the CD she found." He plucked the last of the vicious needles from his hand and sighed. That wasn't something he wanted to go through again. He wasn't even aware that Omi had dashed off until he realized the shaggy brownish-blonde haired boy was gone. He was about to give chase when he noticed someone else in the doorway. He paled a few shades as he realized Aya was back.

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Aya-chan had to mind to fast forward the stupid thing when she realized there was finally movement in the weird room. A well dressed man whose face was in the shadows sat down and smiled. It sent a shiver down her back and she found her slim arms wrapped around herself for warmth. This guy scared her.

"What are you doing?"

The voice came from behind her and with a small shriek she lifted a pillow off the chair and hurled it at her attacker. A half amused smile leapt onto her lips as she realized her aim was true and a startled Omi fell to the ground clutching a pillow. From the looks of it she had actually managed to scare him more so than he had scared her. Good, it served him right, sneaking up on her like that, did he have no shame? "Daijoubu?" She queried as she divided her attention between the fallen boy and the monitor. "Why's this guy being so quiet?" she demanded outloud as she toyed with the speakers in case that was the reason she wasn't hearing a peep.

"This message is to Abyssinian."

The sound was enough to throw Aya-chan out of the chair and she gasped in sharp pain as the words reverbrated through her head. She quickly fiddled with the dials until she had turned the sound completely off, and rubbed at her aching ears. "Itai…."

Her mumble wasn't even noticed as Omi, who had finally gotten to his feet, stared numbly at the screen. "Aya-chan… Can you do me a favor and find Aya-san? I think we need to talk…"

She was about to argue this when she realized who was in the doorway. She winced as she noticed the narrowed gaze and sidestepped behind a startled Omi. "Here he is, Omi-kun, I think I'll go see if Ken-kun got that plant down for me yet, ja ne," she called as she hurried out of sight. The sating of her curiosity wasn't worth the torture of the interrogation her brother would put her through. Besides, there were a few places she could hide out to see what was going on without her being caught.

"Aya-san…" Omi swallowed nervously as he realized his teammate was watching him suspicously. "I think you should get a look at this…" He gestured with one hand to the monitor that was still playing.

Apparently the shadowed figure had gone and now there was a girl sitting in the seat. Her seat had been moved out of the shadows and she was fidgeting nervously in the light as she seemed to talk to someone off camera to her side.

"Turn it up," Aya softly demanded. The girl had gotten his attention. She reminded him of someone from his past. Someone that had been under his protection for a time. If the girl on the monitor was her…. His thoughts came to a halt as Omi managed to get the sound going and closed the door for privacy. It was obvious that whatever this was, wasn't for Aya-chan's eyes. They had barely managed to free her from everything, there was no way they were going to let her see any part of the other side of their lives again.

"State your name please."

The voice was easily recognizable and both teammembers frowned at the screen. Why was he sending this to them? Or a better question, why had he sent it to Aya-chan? Who was this girl on the tape?

"Aya-san, do you know her?" Omi interrupted as he waited for the girl to face forward so they could get a good look. "Or maybe Aya-chan knows her?" He mused to himself, totally unaware that Aya's fist was clenching.

"Your name."

Finally the young woman faced forward and a dark bruise was revealed on one of her cheeks. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and terror as her eyes frequently checked out something just out of the camera's sight. She suddenly began to scream and struggled to escape from the cold steel chair as whatever she was staring at seemed to get her full attention.

Aya's lips moved in a soft whisper at the same time the obviously frightened girl screamed, "Tsukino Usagi."