A Moon Never Clasped

Chapter 2 : The Threads we Weave

~+!Usagi's Pov!+~

One...two...three...eight...ten...a month...another month...then...

It stops...

"Class! Pay attention! Good. Class, we have a new student, her name is Tsukino Usagi, she's from Kyoto. Make her feel comfortable here. Minako! You'll be the one who'll show her the ropes. Usagi, go take a seat by Minako." The teacher directed Usagi towards a seat next to the blonde haired beauty as male students looked at her with envy in their eyes as the girls shake their head with pity.

The world had gone on without her, and she had stood timeless in a rip of the universe. Though her body had grown as the days went by, aging her farther into the climax of her youth, her mind had resisted the logic of the melancholy, disabled knowledge of Earth still spinning with hours, months, and years without her there to bask in its dominating happiness as she sat alone in the darkness, waiting for a savior.

Though, she had known of the deal, and had lived on the rotating planet for the many months after the contract had been placed in black and white, she had gone on living like a zombie. Haunting her old paths towards her most favorite spots, where she had laughed and cried with those of who were no longer close to her, like a ghost stuck in a endless limbo revisiting what was no longer of existence.

Usagi sighed heavily, knowing that as long as her accursed tattoo still bared a mark on her chest, she would still be a forgotten memory that was of none existence in the world.

In seeing the new student, acting so dreary, Minako leaned forward towards the pigtailed girl with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Had a long day, huh?" Minako teased as she poked Usagi in the back with the easer end of her pencil. Usagi simply didn't respond quickly as she kept her eyes watching the teacher carefully waiting for him to turn his back, before she replied.

As soon as his back was facing the class, Usagi swiveled her head to face Minako with an eyebrow raised. "Yes?" She asked, with an amused smile tugging the ends of her lips slightly upwards, if it had been anybody else who had made such a grin it would seem half-hearted and arrogant, but Usagi had a way with smiles. That no matter how she looked her smile always held a certain sincerity and joyfulness in it.

Minako grinned back, with mischief twinkling in her eyes. "Had a long day, Tsukino?" Minako formally addressed her with her voice dripping sunshine. Usagi simply blinked at her innocently before she shook her head. "Nope, just bored of being here is all. School had never been fun for me." Usagi told her, Minako nodded her head understanding Usagi's pain of school.

Minako shrugged in agreement. "I have to agree with you there, Tsukino. Hey-"

Suddenly without warning, Minako's head was hit with a small, black object which sent dust spewing over Usagi and Minako. "If you like chitchat so much Aino. Please indulge the class of Tsukino and your conversation." The teacher bellowed out at the vulnerable blonde, who winked at Usagi before she stood up and tossed the black object that turned out to be the blackboard's easer, back to the teacher. He caught it in mid-air and placed it back where it had originally began.

"Oh, you know girl stuff." Minako didn't imply farther than that with warning in her voice, either he didn't catch it or was just ignoring it; the teacher raised an eyebrow as he stood and waited for more of an explanation.

After seeing that she wasn't going to say any more the teacher frowned. "What 'girl stuff' might that be, Aino?" The teacher asked her with his voice quivering with rising anger. Usagi stood up also, to save Minako the embarrassment, already knowing what Minako was going to say.