Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don't…

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Godsend
[Note: This is a songfic chapter! Song is "Godsend" by DCTalk, THE Christian group! This chapter also SUCKS big time…]


Minako sighed in her sleep, rolling over onto her side, nose brushing against the wall lightly. She knit her eyebrows together unconsciously and kicked her legs, unraveling the blankets from around her long limbs.

Juunanagou, who was _trying_ to sleep in the opposite bed on the far end of the room, closed his eyes tightly and grabbed a pillow, holding it tightly over his head and counting to ten. Damn her long legs.

Several moments passed and he found it increasingly hard to get to sleep. Even if he couldn't see Minako's nearly bare legs, he could still imagine them. After all, he had lived in heaven at one point…and far too many memories were dancing giddily about his head. Finally, he tossed the pillow away from his head, glowering at the ceiling. "I need a drink," Juunanagou told the wall-sized glass window.

If he remembered correctly from his last visit to New York, about twenty years ago, there was a rather nice bar nearby.

[Hoping, praying, I've been waiting
Everybody needs somebody to love
There's no question, straight from heaven
You're my angel, I'm so crazy for you]

Night jobs: Chichi was used to taking up a new one every month and here she was, working as a barmaid from nine PM to eleven PM. One young man, handsome with dead-straight black hair and the prettiest ice blue eyes she had ever seen, was intent on getting drunk. Already, he was one his fourth shot of the House Special - the name of which she didn't know and didn't want to know. He wasn't handsome, per se, more…well, he was probably the first guy she'd ever honestly thought was pretty, discounting Bob. On his face was perhaps the most depressed look she'd ever seen.

"Hey," she leaned over the counter, "what's wrong?"

He looked up blearily, nursing the shot of whatever-it-was in his cupped, ivory hands. "This one girl," he began to explain, "doesn't remember what we used to mean to each other…"

Instantly, Chichi opened the swinging door, exiting the behind-the-counter area, perching herself on the stool next to him. She'd had her share of broken hearts and, hell, she'd been hurt often. And now the maternal part of her was kicking into overdrive. "Oh?"

He sighed, eyes focusing on a distant point. "She's an angel…sent by God…"

[You're a Godsend
A blessing from above
You've been God-sent to me
You're the Godsend
I've been dreaming of
You're a Godsend]

Chichi listened intently as he told her everything, her black eyes watching him gently as he motioned softly with his hands.

The woman he described was, indeed, an angel. He described himself like one would a demon, a devil.

The poor guy didn't even think he stood a chance, even though he told her faintly of half-forgotten nights and the sweetest tale of love she'd ever been witness to hearing of. Two people from two very different worlds…she could never imagine herself in such a wonderful relationship.

[Holding your hand, touching your face
I will love you now and always I swear
I will never forget that first moment we met
When two worlds collided and I found my best friend]

"Well," she rested her elbows on the counter, chin resting in the nook where her palms met, "I don't really know what to tell you."

His face fell and he bolted the shot down. The man was very good at holding his own, she had to admit, impressed.

"But," Chichi added, "if she's the angel you believe she is, she's sure to remember!"

[You're a Godsend
A blessing from above
You've been God-sent to me
You're the Godsend
I've been dreaming of
You're a Godsend]

Juunanagou stared up at the apartment on the second floor he and Minako were sharing. The windows were darkened and he smiled briefly to himself.

He never found out what the barmaid's name was, but she'd been helpful.

It was odd to feel this way about anyone - especially Minako. Minako, the angel. Minako, the unreachable.

Ah, hell. He needed to pass out and he wanted to do that on his bed, not in the middle of a busy New York street.

He'd show her, sooner or later.

[I was made for you, you were made for me
In this lonely world we were meant to be in love
I will never forget that first moment we met
When two worlds, they crashed in
And I found my best friend]

Minako yawned and stretched, feeling sunlight flow in on Juunanagou's side of the room, the rays of golden light just barely brushing her mattress.

In the small apartment kitchen, the smell of pancakes and bacon wafted to her and she smiled sleepily, looking more like an angel than she ever did with her wings.

[You're a Godsend
A blessing from above
You've been God-sent to me
You're the Godsend
I've been dreaming of
You're a Godsend]



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DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
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"Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don't" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.