Title: Please Don't Leave Me to My Dreams
Author: Kihana Dulay
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing: Usagi x Mamoru
Theme: Gangster
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon nor any of the characters.
Word Count: 13 655
Date Finished: 22 January 2010
Note: This is my first Sailor Moon fanfic – a gift to Alicia Blade! :) I'm super sorry it's waaay late, Alicia-san. :( I've never finished watching the entire series/manga. Most of my information is taken from fanfics. I never even reached the Shitennou or the Stars! XD So, for any mistaken descriptions, feel free to tell me, so I can correct them. Also, I didn't edit this anymore after I wrote it (for one entire day! x___X), so I apologize for any errors I missed. :) Lastly, as per my brother's suggestion, I'm dividing this into chapters, so that it's much easier to read; although, I'm posting it all at once. ;) It's rather long, but I hope you enjoy! :)
Gomenasai: I'm sorry
Baka: Stupid
Oniisan: Older brother
Arigatou (gozaimasu): Thank you very much (polite)
Hai: Yes
Daijoubu desu ka?: Are you all right?
Daijoubu: I'm okay
Imouto: Little sister
Minna: Everyone
Otousan: Father
Ano: Umm
Aishiteru: I love you
Okaasan: Mother
Demo: But
Summary: Dreams don't have this kind of happily ever after.
Warning/s: AU. (This is only my second AU fic, ever. o.0)
When they met, it was by chance. It wasn't like you could plan these things, after all.
They were each walking down the street, crowded on a Friday afternoon. The sidewalk was definitely wide enough to fit two people side by side without even grazing the other; however, on such a day when almost everyone was on the said street, that became impossible. In other words, it really wasn't surprising that you'd bump into someone in those circumstances. But, fate must have been having a ball when it decided to make these two people bump into each other.
"Ah!" A flurry of blonde and flailing limbs was about to meet the hard concrete when a strong arm reached out to stop her descent.
"Gomenasai! I didn't mean to…" the petite blonde high schooler began to say upon regaining her balance; that is, until she lifted her clear blue gaze to meet with deep pools of midnight.
A minute of silence passed between the two before the owner of the deep blue eyes, a tall handsome dark-haired man, spoke in a voice that unknowingly sent shivers up the small girl's spine.
"Watch where you're going, Odango Atama."
"Gome –" the girl started to say again before she caught what he said, "Hey, hold on a minute! What did you call me!?"
For a fraction of a second, even the man's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe what he said, but that look vanished as quickly as it came and, instead, he merely retorted, "Well, what else are those things on your head supposed to be but meatballs? Now, move out of my way. I have somewhere to be."
A cute frown slipped over the girl's face, a fire alighting in her eyes, "Well, excuse me! Just who do you think you are, Mister? You bumped into me as much as I bumped into you, AND you have no right to insult my hair, thank you very much!"
"I'm the leader of the Midnight Rose. Know of us, Odango?" the man said in a cold voice.
The Midnight Rose was the largest and most powerful gang in Tokyo. Their current headquarters lay in Juuban, mostly because that's where their leader stayed, but they had members all over the city. The gang was known to be ruthless, but never without a cause. They helped maintain peace among the people, only attacking those who threatened that peace, such as other gangs seeking power. Oftentimes, they were even known to aid the police in difficult cases.
Their leader was said to be the coldest, most ruthless man in the entire Japan. He had no qualms about killing when necessary, and he could very well accomplish that task within a few minutes. It didn't matter how many went against him. He could take down ten men in the same amount of time. All this he did with a cool façade – and he was only twenty-one! It was no wonder other gangs feared him. Oh, he was chivalrous, saving damsels in distress and the like; however, he spared no emotions for anyone. Although he was known to be startlingly handsome, no woman wanted to go near him and his icy aura. Still, many enjoyed watching him from afar – the leader of the Midnight Rose, Chiba Mamoru.
Tsukino Usagi, for that was the name of the blonde teenager, looked up at him with wide eyes, for a moment unsure of what to do. But, the name he used to call her really struck a nerve (was that really it? she asked herself), and she couldn't seem to let it go.
"I don't care who you are, you stuck-up jerk! You have no right to just insult me like that! I do have a name, you know – Tsukino Usagi!" she glared.
To say Mamoru was surprised was an understatement. This girl was fearless. She just didn't back down – and all over a name too. He couldn't help enjoying this little pointless battle of theirs.
The smirk that crossed his face made Usagi a bit suspicious, but she held her ground. She didn't know what possessed her to do this. She'd never been one to engage in arguments of any sort, unless it was against her annoying younger brother. There was just something about this man before her that compelled her to stay where she was and continue their verbal sparring. Perhaps it was his eyes, those dark pools that seemed to pull her in and drown her in their depths. Realizing she was staring, Usagi shook her head and glared once again at the gang leader.
As Usagi was staring up at his eyes, Mamoru couldn't help getting lost in her clear blue orbs as well. He couldn't fathom why he was so attracted to this girl. She just called him – him! The leader of the most feared gang in Japan! – a jerk, as if he was any other common kid along the street. He wouldn't settle for that, oh no. He was supposed to be feared by everyone and, to some extent, respected as well. No one called him a jerk, no one.
Just as he was about to tell her so, a shot rang out in the street. Screams were heard as people began pushing each other to get away from the man wielding the firearm. Mamoru instinctively grabbed Usagi's arm and pushed her behind him as he faced the gun-toting gangster.
"Ah, there you are, Chiba Mamoru. I didn't expect to find you so soon, but oh well. All the better for me. What say you to a little game?" the man cackled.
Mamoru squeezed Usagi's arm protectively before he reluctantly pushed her away from him, all unseen by the man standing a few meters in front of him. He then stepped forward and, in a clear voice, said, "I have no time for games."
"Well, too bad. I was up for some fun," the man smirked evilly.
Before the said man even had a chance to point his gun at anyone, a shot rang out and the man lay on the floor, dead.
As people scrambled to get away from the scene, Mamoru turned around to see if the Odango-haired blonde was all right, but she was nowhere to be seen. He sighed regretfully before he pulled on his icy cloak and stalked away as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.
On the other hand, as all this was going on, Usagi was a bit confused to say the least. One moment, she was arguing with the infamous leader of the Midnight Rose; the next, chaos seemed to have been let loose. She only vaguely took note of the gunshot and the screams. She was more focused on the fact that Mamoru had taken a hold of her arm and pulled her behind him. She knew she was supposed to feel afraid, what with the events taking place not how many meters from where she stood, but she couldn't even seem to filter in the fear with Mamoru there. She couldn't explain it; she just felt protected, even as Mamoru squeezed her gently and pushed her away.
She did feel a twinge of fear though when the man said he was going to kill Mamoru. And when the gunshot rang out, she was almost afraid to see Mamoru lying on the ground, not moving. But, as she saw the man fall, she knew Mamoru was all right. Before she could go to him though, the people trying to get out of harm's way had pushed and pulled at her from all directions. Soon enough, she was too far away from the dark-haired man, and she could only watch as he walked away.
Usagi dejectedly walked the rest of the way home, not even sure why she was feeling so down in the first place. As she entered the front door of her house, her mother immediately ran to her and threw her arms around the surprised teen. A worried spiel about the news of the fight on the street explained the soft sobs and tight embrace of the older woman. Usagi gently patted her mother's back and assured her she was all right. A moment later had her father bursting through the door, angrily ranting about gang members and ruffians. It was then that Usagi knew she couldn't tell them, or anyone for that matter, about her encounter with the dark-haired gang leader. She also knew that, no matter what, she just had to see him again.