Title: Stigmata
Author: Grace
Parts:5/6
Rated: R
Email: GraceSpradlin@hotmail.com

Fifth Sign......?

	Mamoru sat up and looked around. He noticed that
he was at Usagi's place. Memories of the day before
flooded into his mind. He glanced at her: still sleeping. He
picked up his stuff and put them in his bag. 'I have to show
Zoicite these pictures.' He looked back at her sleeping form
then headed out the door. He had to get Zoicite to help him
with the translation of the pictures before he gave them to
Demando.

	At his hotel room, he turned his laptop on again.
After it booted up, he scanned the pictures on his scanner
and saved them to a file. He picked up the phone and called
Zoicite who picked up the phone after the third ring. "Hey
Zoicite." "Mamoru-san?" Mamoru clicked sent the pictures
through the net, over to Zoicite's computer. "Yeah it's me
again. I just sent you some pictures. I need you to tell me
what they say." Mamoru opened the pictures on his laptop
and looked at them while he talked. Zoicite opened his
email and sure enough, the pictures were there. He clicked
on one and immediatly it popped up on the screen.

	He stared at it in shock. "Mamoru where did you get
these pictures?" "I took them at the girl's apartment."
Zoicite was at a loss for words. He started to delete the four
pictures that Mamoru had sent him. If anyone found out
that he had them, then he would be hounded by everyone.
The pictures showed what was written on the scroll of
Jesus. Before he deleted the last picture, he looked at it for
a second. "Mamoru I was there anyone else with you two
when you took these?" "No, why?" Mamoru was getting
impatient. "Is there a painting on that wall where you took
the photos?" Mamoru thought for a moment. "No. But there
was a mirror." Zoicite stared at the picture in disbelief. "I
thought that you said that you were alone." "We were."
Then who is that in the mirror?" Zoicite immediatly hung
up the phone when he heard something. He cut and pasted
the file onto a floppy disk then left the room.

	Unknown to them, Brother Seiryoku Saffir had seen
the pictures on Zoicite's computer. He had been watching.
He was angry that Mamoru had come to Zoicite first and
not Demando. Brother Saffir walked up to Zoicite's
computer and clicked on 'undo-delete' (AN: pretty smooth,
if you ask me) and got the pictures back. He put them on a
disk and left the building, headed straight for Demando. He
knew that the pictures were of some importance. He didn't
know how, but he saw the way Zoicite had acted. 

	Mamoru looked at the reciever for a few seconds
before putting it back down. 'What was all that about?' He
sighed and grabbed his jacket. 'Might as well see how
Usagi is doing.' Before he left he switched off his laptop. 

	Usagi walked over to her fridge and grabbed a
quick snack. Wasn't much, but then she wasn't hungry. She
went over to the phone and it read 'no new messages' so she
sat down and looked out the window. The automatic buzzer
sounded and she walked over to it. "It's open. Come on up."
She sighed. She had no clue who it was. 'Maybe it's Mina-
chan or Rei-chan..." She hadn't heard from any of them
since the night before. Her feet ached still but she could
walk on them. It hurt for a while but the pain eased for a
while.

	Mamoru opened the door to Usagi's apartment and
walked in. "Tsukino-san?" "In here." He turned and headed
for the sitting room. He stopped dead in his tracks. "What
did you do?" She looked up at him from where she was
reading then glanced at the wall. "Oh. I painted over it. I
didn't like to see it. It's weird and scary." The wall was
covered in blood red paint. Very odd considering the wall
was origionally blue. "Oh ok. How are you feeling?" He
knew that she must feel atleast some pain. "Great. My feet
still hurt but for some reason it doesn't hurt as much as it
should be considering what happened." He understood.
That was the same way it felt after what happened to her
wrists.

	He walked up to her to inspect her wounds. He
picked up her hands and looked under the bandages. "There
healing fast." He nodded then brushed away her bangs to
look at her forehead. His feet felt like rubber, standing this
close to her. He didn't know what he was feeling. He wasn't
scared though. He had never been in love before so he
didn't know what was happening to him. He didn't want to
be in love, due to the fact that he was a preist, and that it
would interfere.

	Usagi let the breath go that she didn't know she was
holding. She looked into his eyes and felt herself drowning
in them. She knew what she was feeling. She loved
Mamoru. Ever since he walked into life that day at work.
She had never actually been in *love* before, but she had
enough girlfriends (AN: friends...not gay) to know what it
feels like to be in love. Her friends loved to tell about their
love lives. Some times they would just go on and on and
she would get annoyed but now, she knew what they must
have been feeling. She could feel the distance between
them getting smaller and smaller. She wanted to kiss him
so bad. She just wanted to be in his arms forever. She could
feel his breathe on her face, they were so close.

	Right before anything could happen, Mamoru
turned away. Usagi looked hurt. He walked away a few
steps and avoided eye contact. For some reason, she was
mad. Her temper flared up. "If it weren't for that damn suit,
(AN: dont get mad at me for the way she acts. I didn't make
her act this way. It's just her.) you would have kissed me.
Why don't you? Why do men do that?!?!?" She was starting
to say things, that she didn't know what she was talking
about. 

	She could feel her soul drifting away from her body,
as it was taken control of by something else. Her voice
started to change from a high pitched wail to a low yell:
female to male. She ran up to Mamoru, grabbed his collar
and threw him across the room. He landed with a *thud* as
he crashed into a lamp. He got up and straightened out his
clothes. Usagi came up to him again and slammed him up
against the wall. "Why are you doing this, Chiba
Mamoru?!? What you are doing is a sin!!!" He didn't know
what she was talking about. She slammed him again then
dropped him to the ground.

	Walking over to the coffee table, she grabbed a
knife and walked back over to Mamoru. "See what you
have done?!?!?" She took the knife and slashed at her left
arm, making cuts down it dripping with blood. She took the
knife again and this time, she stabbed it through her wound
on her left wrist. She didn't cry out in pain, just inserted it
in further. The being left her soul and she came back,
screaming in agony. She pulled the knife out of her arm
and held it tight. She fell to the ground as she fainted.

	Before Mamoru could reach her, she flew up into
the air with her arms spread out. She looked like she was
on an imaginary cross. Her wounds bleed everywhere and
wouldn't stop. Mamoru didn't know what to do. Here in
front of him, was Usagi floating in mid-air. He walked up
to her and grabbed her and she fell limp in his arms. He
layed her on the bed and cleaned her cuts as best he could.
She woke up a while later and saw him sitting beside her.
He layed down and she grabbed his collar, bringing him
closer to her. She layed her head on his chest and they fell
asleep.

	Meanwhile..... Zoicite called his friend in
Philadelphia. He had to warn him, if what he saw in the
pictures was not fake, he had to be fast. "Hello?" The voice
on the other end sounded like it had just woken up.
"Nephrite?" Zoicite didn't care that he woke up his friend.
This was rather important. "Who's calling?" Nephrite
looked at the clock and seethed. 'They just had to wake me
up at this hour. *sheesh*' "Zoicite. Look, I am going to fax
you something. I got this from Mamoru." Nephrite
immediatly perked up at the mention of his friend's name.
"Ok." He hung up and waited until the fax arrived. When it
did, he looked at it for a minute before gasping in shock.
'How can anyone have this? Only this is written on the
scroll. Yet, this piece has every single word.' He shook his
head left his apartment heading for the church that Mamoru
often attended.

To Be Continued....

You like? Well, I hope you did. 
I think the next part will be the end. Yeah. I'll make it the
end.
Gotta get workin on it......