Patch... so... very... tired. But aww heck, there's so
many good fics going around, why not stuff one more
into the list? ^_^ Plus, Meredith said I could (thank
you for the green light!) and so here it is, Chapter
2. Please don't hesitate to harbor any evil intentions
towards us once you are finished. *Points downwards*
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Enjoy reading!

Insert Standard Disclaimer Here --> (Patch too lazy to
think of something funny like Mere-chan, so sue me
^_~)

No Rest for the Wicked 
Chapter 2/?
Authors: Meredith & Patch
Rating: PG-13
E-mails: mallorys-girl@cinci.rr.com &
	kittiekat90@yahoo.com


	Clutching her injured hand tightly, Usagi 
looked around wildly.  Only the slightly swaying 
trees greeted her vision and she could see nothing
else.
	"Who dares to oppose me?"  The Senshi,
she noticed, had gone still and the silence that grew 
when no one answered frustrated her to a snapping 
point. "Show yourself, coward!" she yelled, anger 
and outrage sweeping through her veins.
	A few more tense moments passed and 
just as she was about to scream, a masculine voice 
broke the silence.
	"Do you dare hurt innocent lives and take 
away the souls of those who should have received
second chances?"
	Usagi looked around again when a sudden 
flutter of black silk caught her eye. Her eyes roamed 
upwards into the branches of the trees where a 
slightly shadowed figure leaned against the thick 
trunk.
	"I dare!" She called out in reply and then 
suddenly, an image of Jaedite flashed between her 
eyes. The look on his face when he realized he had
finally breathed his last. Shaking away the picture, 
she cursed herself for becoming distracted. "No one 
deserves second chances! No one!" she yelled, for 
her enemy's benefit... and for her own.
	Up in the tree, Tuxedo Kamen gazed
down at the situation before him. His cobalt eyes 
flicked over the beauty, evil beauty he thought wryly,
in front of him. Her midnight black gown was enticing
enough to stir any man's imagination and he was no
exception. Her full, pouting lips were painted a blood

red and he remembered how those lips had turned 
upwards in a smile that would have been dazzling, 
had it not been so filled with malice and hatred. How 
would it feel, he wondered, to wipe away that rouge 
color and taste the natural pinkness of her mouth...?
	He blinked at the thought and gave himself 
for thinking such lustful thoughts in the middle of a 
battle. He let his gaze travel upwards to her strange 
hairstyle, the one that had clicked into some memory 
deep in the recesses of his mind. It was those odangos

of hers that had caused him to give her his full 
attention. He wouldn't have given her a second thought
had it not been for that hair, the way it was twisted
up... He was missing something important and he so 
badly wanted to solve this puzzle.
	Her shout in response to his opening
question brought him back from his musings, however 
brief they were. He saw that her eyes were filled 
with fire and realized that she had yet to actually
*see* 
him. She was looking in his direction but she had yet
to meet his eyes.
	"Well then," he drawled lazily, "the Senshi
and I, Tuxedo Kamen, have no other choice but to 
challenge you.  Unfortunately, no matter how exquisite

the enemy, evil has no place here on this Earth and
that includes you." With that said, Tuxedo Kamen 
straightened from his leaning position and turned so 
that the light of the moon fell on him directly,
letting 
all those around, see him clearly.
	Usagi, for the most part, was stunned.  
When he had issued his threat, she had been tempted
to fly up to the trees and smack him for the arrogance
that was so easy to hear in his voice. But then he
had stepped out of the shadows and seeing him fully
had all but taken her breath away.
	Kami, what a sight to behold. A jet black 
tuxedo garbed his long, lean body. A black cape 
with red underlining still fluttered in the same
breeze
that was now ruffling her golden bangs. A white 
mask covered only his eyes, nothing else, hiding his 
true identity from anyone and everyone. His raven 
hair was swept carelessly over his brow and a 
sudden yearning filled her to push it back. Oh, to
feel
the soft, cool silkiness of that hair... Her mind 
registered shocked surprise when she felt her hands
clench impulsively.
	"Yuumei... Yuumei... Yuumei Usagi..."
	The faint whisper hit her suddenly and 
her mind reeled as blackness filled her soul once
more. Somewhere far away, in a place almost non-
existent in this Universe, laughter could be heard. 
Metallia. Confidence brimmed, nothing could 
overcome darkness, the desires of a young girl but
a weak obstacle.
	"So be it then," Usagi said, a ball of
energy growing in her hands. "One of us will leave
this fight victorious and I plan to see that none of 
you even get to feel the meaning of the word."
	The viciousness in her voice caused the
others to hesitate a bit before gearing up their 
attacks.
	"Kami, she's so... evil," Mercury 
murmured, her visor appearing before her eyes 
at the twist of her earring.
	"Princess..."
	The other four turned sharply to look at 
Mars who had whispered something under her 
breath.
	"What did you say?" Venus asked.
	"Nothing," Mars replied, shaking her 
head. "It was nothing. Let's get rid of her, I'm
losing 
major sleep standing here."
	The others grinned but their smiles 
quickly fell away when a blast of pure energy flew
towards them. Each Senshi jumped in a different 
direction to avoid the blow but Venus, who had
jumped forward found herself right underneath the 
still floating Usagi.
	"Perfect," Usagi smirked. "One to go 
down, four more to destroy."
	She aimed the ball of energy downwards 
but before she could release it, she found herself 
crashing to the ground with someone on top of her. 
Dazed, with the breath knocked out of her, she 
groaned slightly in pain. Her back was already 
sore, this impact into hard ground was the last 
thing it needed. She lifted her head slowly in 
confusion to see who had done the offending 
deed. A gasp escaped her mouth when her eyes 
encountered a head topped with black hair lying 
on her chest.
	Slowly the other person raised their 
head and Usagi found her gaze clashing with the 
white mask of Tuxedo Kamen. She squinted her
eyes, still seeing stars, and found that if one 
looked hard enough, one could see the dark blue 
depths of Tuxedo Kamen's eyes through his mask. 
Usagi didn't know it but she had just become the 
first one to be able to do so.
	His eyes were wide and he stared at 
her, obviously unsure of what to do next. But 
Usagi knew what she had to do. Her hand slowly 
came up and with the barest brush of her fingertips,
touched Tuxedo Kamen's hair in the softest of 
caresses.
	If possible his eyes widened even more
and Usagi would have laughed at his expression 
had it not been so painful to do so. His hair was 
just as she had imagined and more, like strands of 
cool silk. She had to touch it again.
	"Yuumei..."
	She stiffened immediately at the
whisper as it came again for the second time this
night, stalking her mind and thoughts. Black energy 
filtered through her mind and her azure eyes 
became hard once more, losing the softness they had 
amazingly held just seconds ago.
	"Get off of me!" she yelled suddenly and 
swiftly pressing her hands against Tuxedo Kamen's 
chest, pushed him off with a force that blew him 
back several feet and into a tree.
	Quickly standing upright, she assessed 
the situation only to find that the Senshi were all 
staring at her, jaws dropped, mouths forming O's. 
She used the moment to hurl another ball of energy 
at them and used the distraction to teleport herself
out of there. But not before she shot one last glance 
at the unconscious form of Tuxedo Kamen.
	Serves him right, she thought and 
disappeared in a flash, black petals swirling in her 
wake.
	
	Rei held an emergency meeting at the 
temple minutes after Usagi had made her grand 
departure. Things needed to be discussed, now, at 
this very moment. It appeared as though they had a
new enemy, and one to be reckoned with. Apparently, 
Yuumei Usagi, Crown Princess of the Negaverse 
would be tougher to handle than Jaedite and everyone 
knew that plans had to be made.
	"Ne, Rei, can we please make this a 
quick one. I desperately want to sleep," Minako said 
in a slightly exhausted voice, her eyelids drooping 
every now and then.
	"Not up to it are you, ne Minako?" Rei 
snorted, and tossed her hair behind her shoulder.
"Not surprising to me at all."
	"Enough Rei," Ami said quietly yet firmly. 
"We are not going to argue about worthless things 
like this. Not tonight. Besides, I think Mamoru-san 
needs to get some rest too," she said, as the girls 
looked over at Mamoru who held an ice-pack to the 
back of his head. He didn't respond in any way and 
Makoto looked at him suspiciously.
	"Mamoru-san," she said quietly, nudging
him a little, "are you okay?"
	"Iie," he whispered hoarsely after some 
silence.
	"What's wrong, Mamoru-san?" Ami asked, 
shifting herself closer to him so that she could look
at 
his head. "Are you feeling dizzy? Nauseous? Si-"
	"Scared..."
	Ami dropped the hand she had raised to
inspect his wound and everyone stared at him in 
confusion.
	"You felt something, ne? At the battle 
against Usagi," Rei said and then nodded her head
when Mamoru stayed silent. "I felt something too
and... 
it wasn't evil. There's something very dubious about 
this Yuumei Usagi and we all have to get to the 
bottom of it."
	"Sou," the girls said in unison.
	"In the meantime, I think everyone should 
keep their eyes open," Minako spoke up, rubbing her 
eyes tiredly. "She'll probably be just like Jaedite, 
staking out in the daylight as some ordinary civilian
person. Let's just hope it's not as cheesy as
Jaedite's 
fortune-teller place. That was just bad."
	Everyone chuckled except for Rei, who
mumbled that she found nothing funny. They soon got 
up to leave and retire for the night, another meeting
already planned for the next day. Mamoru refused any
help home, waving them off and reassuring the girls 
he'd be fine. But as soon as he found himself 
completely alone, he stopped and leaning his whole 
body against a brick wall, exhaled a deep breath 
and hung his head.
	His mind relived that moment that time 
had forever halted for him. The feel of her fingertips

brushing against his hair... those fingertips that he 
would have willingly kissed. Gazing into her eyes
that had held an emotion the complete opposite of
hate. The whole incident had left him perplexed, no, 
more than that. He was now at the edge of a cliff, 
pieces of earth slowly crumbling at his feet. Any 
moment he would fall... and keep falling.
	
	"Our Queen wishes to see you, Usagi."
	Usagi whirled around at the voice from her
doorway. Nephrite stood there, his body leaning 
against the doorframe, his arms crossed, and a slight 
smirk on his lips.
	"I'm coming. Just... leave me alone."
	"Oh no, that won't do. I've been asked to 
'escort' you so I'll wait as long as it takes," the
General 
replied, enjoying seeing her discomfort.
	"Fine! Let's go," Usagi yelled, frustrated 
and tense. As they walked down dark and gloomy
halls, Usagi hardly took notice of where she was 
walking. Instinct helped in leading her to the throne 
room but she paid no attention to her surroundings. 
She was still focused on what had happened earlier.
	It was a complete failure. She had made
herself look the fool and she wanted to kick herself
for that one moment of absolute weakness, when 
Tuxedo Kamen had been lain half across her.
	She involuntarily shivered and prayed 
that Nephrite hadn't noticed. Stealing a quick, 
sideways glance, she sighed in relief when he 
continued to look straight ahead. Her thoughts went
back to the battle. What had happened to her? Under 
what cursed spell had she fallen under? She had 
been left totally vulnerable and anger filled her 
now as she recalled that weakness. 
	The anger turned into annoyance when 
Nephrite placed his hand on her shoulder. "We're
here," he said in a low voice.
	"I know that, you fool!" she replied 
hotly, wanting to shrug his hand off. Instead she 
gasped as a stinging pain traveled from her 
shoulder blade to her neck when he squeezed her 
skin.
	"Be a good girl, now," he murmured 
under his breath, "Mother is very upset," he 
continued in a taunting tone, squeezing harder in
a grip that would surely leave black and blue 
bruises.
	They walked into the huge throne
room, where at one end, Beryl sat, her minions 
surrounding her. Usagi curtsied low as Nephrite 
bowed and then they both stood straight.
	"Ah, Usagi, daughter of mine, how 
are you?"
	"Quite fine, Okaa-sama," Usagi 
answered stiffly.
	"Are you sure?" the Queen asked 
slyly. "After today's embarrassing defeat, I can't 
imagine you wanting to hold a proud gait." 
	Usagi heard Nephrite snicker quietly 
beside her and she stiffened even more, wanting 
to blast him as she had done to Jaedite. The 
closure that action would bring....
	"Your... incompetent actions, have 
shown me that you cannot handle the gravity of
our mission and therefore I have assigned 
Nephrite to take over. You are to be his 
'apprentice' of sorts."
	"Iie.." Usagi breathed, swiftly turning 
her head to meet Nephrite's malicious gaze. "Demo,
Okaa-sama," she began in protest but was instantly 
silenced by Beryl.
	"I will hear no arguments. You are 
dismissed."
	Usagi left, her face heated in not only 
humiliation but fury also. Those Senshi would pay. 
And Tuxedo Kamen... Her eyes narrowed 
dangerously. He would suffer the most for he was
to blame for all of this. She would get her revenge.
	
	The next afternoon found her at the 
Crown Parlor, sitting on one of the stools, Motoki 
in front of her, sweeping the counter. She put on a
pretty front, laughing airily, giggling at times at
his 
jokes. But it was a cold and calculating Usagi on 
the inside.
	I must collect energy, she thought with 
determination. Hopefully, gathering the human 
energy from this place would please her mother and 
Usagi would be able to breathe a little easier. Her
mother was not easy to please so everything had to
be done perfectly. Nothing would go wrong when
she made her move. She would not allow it.
	"Are you enjoying yourself here, Usagi-
san?" Motoki asked, breaking her train of thought.
	She deliberately misunderstood his 
question and instead, leaned forward on the stool,
a flirtatious smile on her face. "Oh very much, 
Motoki," she answered. "You are such good 
company for me."
	The young man grinned in response and 
was about to say something when a deep voice 
interrupted them.
	"Hitting on your customers again, 
Motoki? I thought that was against the Parlor's 
policy."
	Usagi turned sideways, glaring at the 
person who dared to interrupt her conversation 
with her would-be victim. "Excuse me," she 
began, but stopped abruptly when her eyes 
clashed with the dark blue eyes of a man around 
the age of Motoki. For the second time in her 
life, she found herself breathless.
	"Yes?" One black eyebrow arched 
upwards, the man patiently waiting for her to 
continue.
	Usagi mentally shook herself, hard 
and snapped her mouth shut. "You interrupted
Motoki which I find very rude," she said 
haughtily.
	"Oh, excuse *me* then," the man said, 
sitting on the stool next to hers. "I am so sorry for 
interrupting what must have been a very 
important discussion."
	"Cut her some slack, Mamoru," Motoki 
cut in, shaking his head. He then turned to Usagi. 
"Usagi, this is Chiba Mamoru, a best friend of
mine. Mamoru, this is Usagi."
	The two turned to assess the other and 
for a tense moment there was a silence, until 
Mamoru broke it when he inhaled sharply.
	"Usagi?" he said, his eyes narrowed in
thought. "You... your name-"
	Shrill screams suddenly rent the air 
suddenly, preventing Mamoru from saying anything 
further. The three turned to look at the back of the 
Parlor and Usagi nearly screamed in frustration.
	Nephrite floated in the air, clutching the
body of an unconscious woman as he zapped her of
energy. He laughed as he finished with her, and 
picked up another victim. He turned his head 
towards Usagi and smiled, his gaze meeting straight 
on with hers.
	Usagi took on a defensive stance, when 
someone grabbed her arm. She looked to see 
Mamoru push her behind him protectively.
	What the hell is he thinking? She thought 
in astonishment.
	"Run," he suddenly whispered.
	"What?"
	"I said run. Get out of here. Now."
	Realizing she might as well transform 
into her alter ego to collect energy as well, she did 
as she was told. She spared a look over her shoulder 
in time to see Mamoru being blasted by Nephrite 
through the glass windows. Anger and a tinge of fear 
surged through her. Nephrite had no right to do such 
a thing! 
	Seconds later, the Crown Princess had 
appeared, standing on the counter under which 
Motoki was crouched, hiding.
	"Nephrite, what are you doing here?" 
Usagi yelled.
	"Why do you think? This is a great place 
for energy! You picked a good place, Usagi. Beryl 
will be pleased I'm sure... with me."
	"I don't think so!" she shot back and 
kneeled down, reaching her hand under the counter. 
She grabbed Motoki by the front of his shirt and 
with an abnormal strength, hauled him up so that 
his face was slightly tilted back to meet her.
	"Hello, love," she grinned wickedly. "I 
want your energy," she said, bringing two fingers 
to his lips. 
	A flash of red flew past her fingers, 
almost cutting her and at the same time causing 
her to drop Motoki.
	"Argh!" she yelled. "I hate distractions!"
	"Please excuse me for being the source 
of your distraction, but I fear I cannot let you just 
take something that is not yours."
	"You!" Usagi hissed the word as if the 
man standing before her was the lowest of life. 
And in her mind, he truly was at that moment.
	Tuxedo Kamen stood at the end of the 
counter and in one jump, had hopped onto the 
counter and in front of Usagi.
	"Did no one teach you it isn't nice to 
steal?" he asked.
	Usagi saw red and swung her fist 
towards him. He caught her wrist easily and she 
twisted her body to give him a kick to the front 
of his thighs. His other hand caught her ankle 
and he grinned, infuriating her to a boiling point.
	Twisting her body the other way, she 
did a side flip and her other heeled shoe caught 
him in the shoulder causing him to fall off the
counter and her to land on the counter in a jarring 
crash.
	Once again stars swam before her 
eyes and she closed her eyes for a moment. She 
had no idea fighting would be so... painful. 
Damn it, but she would not lose again! Forcing 
herself up, she landed on the other side of the 
counter to face her enemy.
	"Fancy tricks, Princess," he taunted 
and she swung at him again, this time going low 
and was satisfied to hear a grunt from him upon 
impact. "Nice punch you got there too," he said
with gritted teeth.
	"You haven't seen anything yet," and 
she continued to fight him pushing him back as 
he put himself on the defensive. They soon found 
a storage room at Tuxedo Kamen's back and 
Usagi tried to hit him but found her wrist once 
again caught.
	But she was prepared and with the 
other hand, threw a small ball of energy at Tuxedo 
Kamen. However she was not prepared for being
pulled with him as he flew back into the room. She 
had forgotten he was still holding on to her.
	She crashed into his chest and his arm 
immediately came around her waist for support 
as he hit the wall.
	"Kuso," Tuxedo Kamen whispered,
breathing heavily.
	"You said it," Usagi gasped, also 
breathing heavily. Her head rested against his chest 
where she could hear his racing heartbeat. And in 
the next second they both realized their positions.
	She looked up and was ready to push 
herself away when their breaths suddenly mingled 
with each other. Something flashed within her...  
Recognition... but of what?
	"Your lips," he whispered and she 
caught herself from gasping when his thumb 
brushed against her parted lips. Her eyes looked
into his and she couldn't identify what she saw 
there. It was foreign to her but whatever it was 
made her want to shiver with... something.
	"I have wanted..." He didn't finish and 
she found her eyes getting heavy as he continued 
to slowly rub the pad of his thumb back and forth.
	"You have wanted what?" she 
whispered against his thumb, wanting to know. He 
didn't answer but a second later, his own lips had 
replaced his thumb and her eyes fluttered shut as 
the soft kiss penetrated her senses.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Oh Meredith, can I do it? Please, please, pretty 
please?
*Receives an answering nod*
Yes! *Patch tips her head back... and laughs*
BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Feedback would be nice ^_~