A/N: Wtf? That's all I have to say really. I started this way back in the beginning of the summer and then like abandoned it because I couldn't figure out where I wanted to go with it. I could probably add more to this and make it longer but I kind of like the way it is right now. So yus, enjoy perverse Mamoru?


Sometimes, things didn't go as expected. Sometimes despite the most meticulous planning and scheming, things still got fucked up. Agendas going awry, however, was not the problem in his life. It was dealing with the aftermath of everything going to hell that was the problem. But even still, he was used to traversing through hell. So in the end, it wasn't that much of an inconvenience.

A rarity in in his life, though, was when something unexpected happened.

The young girl coming up to him in the street, screaming to be saved was certainly unexpected. Whether or not that was a good thing was as of yet unknown.

Even with her running into his life, things eventually died down and returned to the same boring routine. A routine that he quickly grew tired of. Despite the fact that he had all he could have ever wanted- a limitless abundance of enemies to fight- he still eventually became bored with the way things were.

He wanted something new. Something different.

After all, living for years and years going through the same situations was something anyone would loathe eventually.

Maybe that was why he suggested they get married.

It wasn't like he was in love with her or anything. Far from it. He still saw her as a child, even if she was well into her twenties at this point. He just thought that if they got 'married' and it was 'official' then things would…change.

Normally he wouldn't go and do something like that, but he really didn't care what the change brought about, as long as it was something new and unlike anything they'd experienced before. He did hope, even if it was only slightly, that she felt the same way.

He assumed she did.

Why else would she had offered herself to him?

Well…it was certainly different. He wasn't going to say it was 'special' or anything. Enjoyable? Sure. Wasn't sex always enjoyable? A break from the usual monotony of their lives? A bit, yet. Was it what he had been looking for? He wasn't sure.

Was it something he could get used to repeating every day?

Oh, but of course.


A/N: So...nice mental pictures are nice, yes?