Trapped!: Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Think Bonnie & Clyde
“So,” Mamoru rolled his chair over so he was now seated next to Jadeite. His co-worker and sometimes bane of Mamoru’s existence was currently playing Spider Solitaire on his work computer on expert. Though Mamoru did think that the current move that Jadeite was doing was probably not the best move because of another card that Jadeite probably didn’t see, Mamoru thought it was best to continue on with what he was originally going to say. “You’re not dead.”
The blond did not even look away from the flat screen monitor after his comment. He instead opted to grunt out a response that seem to mean ‘isn’t that a bit obvious bozo?’.
After the strange encounter with Kunzite again (Mamoru couldn’t help but wonder if the appearance of Kunzite in the future will always result in strange encounters) and dealing with his wife’s mood swings, Mamoru had finally realized the gravity of the conversation that the two were having several hours later… especially since they were talking about someone that shared the same name as his co-worker.
Not knowing exactly what job Kunzite actually does (or most important Usagi), he couldn’t discredit the things that he heard. Thus, when he had entered the office and saw that Jadeite was alive and being his lazy ass like always, Mamoru was a tiny bit relieved that his wife was not a psychopath (thought it might explain some things…).
Though there was an extra part to the conversation that Mamoru could not help but wonder if…
“Jadeite, do you sell drugs?”
His words had caused Jadeite to freeze up. Jadeite then spun his chair around so he was now eye to eye with the dark haired man. Staring at his co-worker in the eye, he couldn’t help but notice how stern Jadeite’s expression was. Mamoru could not help but feel a bit of a chill run down his spine before Jadeite finally managed to break the silence.
“It depends, what do you want?”
This development had shocked Mamoru. He could not help but feel like a fish pulled out of the water and left at the side of the road. Cautiously looking around the room for any wandering eyes, Jadeite opened up the second drawer of his desk.
“I have Ibuprofen, Tylenol, Advil, Excedrin, some Chinese Herbs and other drugs. What is it that you want?”
Mamoru stared in awe at the stash of drugs (all legal and over the counter). It was like the answer to every prayer someone ever sent up when ill and at work. The feelings of awe and wonderment soon fizzled out and the feeling of outrage replaced it.
“How come you didn’t tell me this last week when I was working on the Kino project? I had such a migraine and I would have killed for some extra strength Excedrin and no one had some!” It was now Mamoru’s turn to glare at his friend. However, Mamoru’s power of intimidation never was able to do much other than get him some pity points now and then.
Jadeite shrugged. “You never asked me.”
“I hate you.”
“It sounds like you might benefit from some Midol right now….”
*
Though the revelation of a nearby drug stop for ailments of the every day worker was golden, Mamoru could not help but wonder if this was what his wife and Kunzite were speaking of the other day. Jadeite did sell drugs (100 legal) and could be considered at scum often enough (it’s hard not to think that someone who lazes around and plays spider solitaire rather than working on the Hamilton project is not), Mamoru couldn’t help but wonder why they would want to kill him.
It had then hit him that it was possible that they were talking about a different Jadeite in general. Sure, the name wasn’t as common as Bob or Mike, but the probability of two people having the same name was plausible.
Now Mamoru needed to make sure that his wife was not actually a psychopath or murderer (it didn’t seem like she was a cold blooded murderer by the way she was wailing to Kunzite), though if it was fact he would have a pretty darn good reason to get a divorce. However, Mamoru could not help but feel a bit of impending doom fall upon him. He was going to need to do a repeat performance of the first chapter and start buying out newspaper stands to read obituaries. He couldn’t help but groan about this – the man who ran the newspaper stand was always asking about his high school girlfriend and whether or not she wore a uniform. Mamoru did not want to know why the man wanted all these little details about his non-existent girlfriend.
After speaking some short words with the pedophilia approving vendor, Mamoru had gotten back to his apartment and spread out the different obituary pages on the coffee table. While reading the third newspaper (and concluding that some people just had funny names), he had not heard his wife enter the house nor the act of her peeking at his reading from behind.
“I must say that is morbid.”
Mamoru jumped out of his seat from the sound of his voice.
“So why is it that you are reading the obituaries Mamoru?” Usagi asked curiously, leaning over to read one of the names that caused a bit of a giggle. Mamoru did not want Usagi to know that he was checking to see if she had actually killed a person by the name of Jadeite or not (just in case he was wrong, hate hated being wrong). Thus, he blurted out something random instead.
“I’m errr, checking to make sure that no one I know has died.”
“That is… sweet of you.” Usagi moved onto the loveseat next to him then, picking up the stray arts section he had thrown haphazardly on the side after it fell out of the city newspaper. Usagi flipped through it idly. “Shall I be expecting to see you do this every day now?”
Mamoru really did not want to talk to that stupid newspaper vendor again. The man was definitely frustrated and living his sexual fantasy through his customers.
“I think I will stick to calling them on the telephone.”
*
Seeing how the police did not come to arrest his wife and bring him downtown for some questioning (he even practiced a bit of a ‘my mom chose her’ speech in his head), Mamoru could only assume two things. The first was that his wife was a master assassin that covered her tracks and the disappearance of a citizen of planet earth with much ease and skill. The second would be the fact that his wife was not a murderer at all. Seeing how his wife could barely do any chores or walk without the force of gravity getting in her way, it was safe to assume that the latter was the appropriate answer.
This, however, did not solve the mystery. He still did not know what his wife did for a living. He must admit that the entire assassin thing was a bit outlandish and he wasn’t even sure why he even tried to verify it by purchasing seven different newspapers and looking for blood stains on her clothing (he did think he was getting somewhere with it when he saw the blot of ketchup on her chemise).
Not knowing where to go, he did what any other guy would do. He consulted his childhood friend and best buddy over a car racing game on his Xbox 360.
“So,” Mamoru said as he barely dodged ramming into the center divide. “How do you find something about a person?”
Tires screeched and Motoki cursed when his SUV went up in flames.
“Have you tried asking them?”
“…”
“…”
“That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard.”
“There is always snooping around.”
“Hmmm… shit. Motoki, I’m on the same team as you, you’re not suppose to ram me into oncoming traffic.”
“Team play is overrated.”
*
Oh dear, it’s been years. I haven’t written Sailor Moon for such a long time! And this fic, my writing style doesn’t even match anymore. I re-read the story and decided to try writing another chapter only to realize that shit, I messed up on the name in chapter 5. Thus, I just decided that I would just try and write it in instead.
Mamoru is just weird. He never likes to do the easy thing to get what he wants, always goes by it the long way. But at least through his strange investigation we come to realize that Usagi is not an assassin. Heh, I’m sure you guys all thought it too…