Author's Notes: Hey! I'm back!School is OVER and I'm free to write over the summer! Whopee! Well, this one is a thing I wanted to write a looong time ago but never got the chance to. Y'know, school and all that, so sorry. But, all that torture FINALLY finished and I am free like a birdie! And, the title fits to Mamoru, not to Usagi, I'm sorry about that. What can I do, I'm terrible with titles! anyway, hope you'll like it!I don't think this one will have many chapters. I really can't think of a twist that would make it so long, so I guess this will bea story belonging to the mushy genre. But, I'm not so reliable with that stuff, so who knows! Review please!Greetings to you all!

Title: A Dream Suddenly Come True - Chapter One
Rating: K+
Author: Sabreen

DISCLAIMER: Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me, it belongs to a whole bunch of other companies I wouldn't like to mess with. The story belongs to me, though.

A Dream Suddenly Come True - Chapter One

Usagi was just sitting at the near-empty counter, twirling her straw in her mouth. The milkshake she's been eating had melted long ago, and now her spoon lay unneeded beside her glass. She just kept staring at the metal surface of the counter, her blue gaze unmoving. It looked just like she didn't move from that very position for at least half an hour. Motoki stared at her while drying a glass, and he noticed how still she was. She hadn't said a thing to him except 'Ohayo, Motoki-onii-san. A chocolate milkshake, please,' and that worried him. Usually you wouldn't be able to stop her from her chattering and he kind of liked it, but now... He sighed and put away the glass.

"Usagi-chan?" he started quietly, worry erupting from his voice. She raised her blue gaze to him, her straw still twirling and in her mouth.

"Daijoubu? You've been so quiet, it's not like you. Is there something wrong?" he continued with the same silent tone. She continued to stare at him for a second or two, and then, ever so slowly, she shrugged and fixed her eyes at the counter again.

"Usagi-chan!" he said a bit loudly, an exasperated sigh following. She raised her eyes to him again and waited for his question. Her stillness annoyed him so very much...

"I'm just so worried, it is scary to see you like this! C'mon, you know you can tell me everything, what's wrong?" She lowered her gaze, closing her eyes. Finally, she shrugged again. He rolled his eyes at her and growled agitatedly. Suddenly, a tall figure with ebony hair entered the arcade, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as soon as he noticed the blond girl.

'Well, seems like I don't have to worry about her sadness anymore. He's here to boost her up a bit.' he thought and left to serve a couple of other customers.

"Hey, Odango Atama." Mamoru sat on the stool next to her, folding his arms on the counter and watching her, almost endearingly...

"Ugh! I am NOT Odango Atama, Mamoru-baka!"

And, as Motoki supposed, all traces of her boredom and/or sadness, if there was any, had left the second he spoke to her.

Mamoru thanked the waitress for the coffee she brought him, smiling at her. Usagi's stomach churned.

"Really? Your hair says differently. And, your body looks kind of like an odango, now doesn't it? You should cut on your milkshakes, you know." He took his keys out of his pockets and started fiddling with them.

Usagi's eyes widened, sparking with anger. "What? I do NOT! You're just STUPID! Leave me alone! You'll get your punishment for making me so mad!" She folded her arms on her chest and pouted angrily. However, she didn't notice the beginnings of a smile full of warmth and caring at the corners of his lips.

"Ooohh, the Wrath of Odango Atama pouting at me! Help me, I'm gonna die!" he said sarcastically and took another sip of his coffee. She inhaled sharply, trying to control her temper. She just shook her head.

"No, no, I can't STAND being here with you for another MINUTE! You make my life MISERABLE!" and she stormed out of the arcade.

"And you make my life heaven, Usako. Fair trade," he said to himself, shrugged and finished his coffee.

"Hey, Mamoru-kun. How ya holding out?" Motoki asked, taking Usagi's glass and wiping the counter.

He shrugged. 'Jeez, why is everyone doing that today?' Motoki asked himself. Shaking off the thought, he poured him another cup of coffee.

"Fine, I guess. Just a bit bored. College isn't half as tiring as they say. (AN: Do not listen to him, he just has an IQ of 200 so he can say that, the truth is different!) I just have nothing to do after I do everything for college." Motoki eyed him suspiciously.

"Right. So you have to come here to tease poor Usagi-chan. Way to go, Mamoru," Motoki was way sarcastic that day. Mamoru just smiled innocently.

"And what am I supposed to do? Sit at the counter, say nothing to her and just watch her from afar?" He perked an eyebrow. Motoki rolled his eyes.

"Yes, that would be one of the options!" Mamoru just shook his head and laughed. "Right, Motoki." He stood up and finished his coffee number two, taking his papers and books under one arm. "See ya!" and he was out the door.

The early morning sunlight was illuminating the room, the rich light making it glow divinely. The cute pink room seemed to glow even more with its color and warmth that just seemed to be there, always, and the toys looked like they are alive, guarding and looking after the golden-haired princess.

The fragile figure on the bed was lying on her back, the covers reaching her stomach. She wore a pink silky nightgown, with two straps on each side of her neck holding it. The nightgown was a low-cut, so it barely let her innocence to be visible. Her hand was on the other, both lying peacefully on her stomach.

Two long golden ponytails were on each side, glowing in the sunlight. On her head, two odango-like balls of hair lay untouched, as perfect as ever. Long black eyelashes brushed the pink-tinted skin, pink lips open just barely.

The stillness suddenly came to a halt as two deep pools of blue revealed themselves. The girl slowly stood to a sitting position, looking around herself. She gasped silently, observing the objects in the room.

Ever so slowly, she slipped from her bed and moved towards the doors. She saw a stairway and descent. She bit her lips nervously. Now what?

"...yes, yes, okay, Shingo, I know. You told me to pick it up weeks ago, I'm not going to forget."

"But, mama, are you hundred percent sure? It's very important and I don't want you to forg... what the..." The blue-haired woman and the boy that just entered the hallway she was standing in looked at her bewilderedly. Their looks made her very nervous. To break the uncomfortable ice, she cleared her throat and said the only thing she could think of at the moment.

"Uh... good morning?" The strange woman and the strange boy exchanged surprised glances.

"Good morning, sweetie! Uh... what are you doing up?" the woman asked nervously.

"Yeah, I thought you're gonna sleep 'til noon today. What happened to you?" the boy just looked at her like she had some kind of a disease and went up the stairs.

"Why, Usagi-chan, I didn't expect this from you! So, you're going to go to that school fair after all? That's wonderful! Here, you go put on your school uniform, and I'll write the directions for he school you have to go to, okay?" The woman, probably her mother, turned her and nudged her towards the stairs. So she went up and back into her room. The sun was now pretty high up, so its rays didn't break in through the window as exuberantly. She looked around, and noticed a closet. Opening it, she noticed a school uniform, which was blue, with a red ribbon. She put it on and went down the stairs. Her mother was standing there.

"Here, Usagi-chan. Just follow these instructions, and you will get there.. You don't have to stay up there for long, they will just welcome you, and then you can go and do whatever you want. I'd like to see you at six, for dinner, okay? Now, have fun, sweetie. Bye!"

"Bye," she responded. Where was she going? Where is she anyway? She had no idea. Maybe she would find some answers later...? As for now, she just followed the instructions.

She found herself walking down a long, busy street. She's been walking for twenty minutes already, but she didn't really care. She just wanted to know what the heck happened!

She wakes up in astrange house, with strange people. Her mother, if she was, called her Usagi-chan, and she saw that her family name is Tsukino on the mailbox. So her name is Tsukino Usagi. Okay. At least she knew her name! But, what is she going to do? She knows nothing about her family or friends... Who is she?

"What, Odango Atama? No arcade today?"

She heard a deep masculine voice behind her. Was the person speaking to her? She turned slightly to notice a tall, handsome man behind her.

"Excuse me, were you talking to me?" she asked politely. The man raised an eyebrow.

"Do you see any other Odango Atama here?" he asked, kind of nervously. Why was she so polite?

Suddenly, a bright smile crossed her lips. "Odango Atama? Is that because of my hair?" She pinpointed at her hair with her index finger, and looked at her reflection in the glass of a cafe they stood next to. A short chuckle erupted from her lips.

"Clever! They do look like odangoes! He he he!" Though the sound of her giggles was much more pleasant than her angry screaming, he wondered what the heck happened so she is laughing at his 'Odango Atama' tease. He tilted his head to his side.

"Eh? Are you okay?" She looked at him strangely. "Sure, why wouldn't I be? Anyway, can I ask you a question?" She neared him a bit.

"He suddenly became very nervous and worried. "Sure."

"I woke up in my bed today, and nothing was familiar, even the people downstairs. A woman, probably my mother sent me somewhere, and I have no idea who I am or who my friends are or anything else... And so can you please tell me, who you are to me and about my life, please? Of course, if you were close to me and know all these things, and if you don't mind. I'd be very grateful..." She looked at him pleadingly.

"So, can you tell me who you were to me?"

Suddenly, an idea flickered in his mind. She wouldn't know the truth, right? But no, he can't lie to her, he should say who he really was. Lying to her would be his disrespect to her, he can't do that, right?

But, on the other hand, she has amnesia. She wouldn't know a tiny bit of the truth, now would she? And, except that, it would be his only chance to be near her, to hold her and kiss her like he always wanted. He'd be near her whenever he'd like to, he'd treat her like he always should have... and that would be heaven for him...

"Well?"

But what when she comes to her senses? Then what? No, he'll think about it when the time comes. All of her scolding, yelling and anger would be worth it for even one kiss... So, that's it. If he gets his kiss, he'll never regret it. Here we go...

"I," he gulped, but was determined to go through with it. "I... am your boyfriend."

End of Chapter One -

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