Usagi*Mamoru forever!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.

Okie-dokie then. This is 'Fallen in Love: Revised!'. I read it and was completely shocked at my writing from five months ago! Jesus H. Christ! O_O Anywho, I re-wrote it as you can see and I hope you all enjoy my REAL writing. (*rolls eyes at my terrible writing*)

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It was a quiet evening; not many people were out due to the time. In the Juuban park, the fountain was slowly flowing and crickets chirped into the cool night air. Every movement made was slow and silent, except for one.

Sailor Moon, the admirable girl heroine, awakened with a start. She soon regretted the sudden jolt that awoke her. It sent painful shocks down her back and through her limbs. She shuddered in pain, and slowly got up from her flattened position on the hard ground and into a hunched sitting one. She looked around herself, noting that she was in Juban park and that it was late at night. Why am I here? Why am I still transformed? What happened? Multiple questions flashed into her mind. Then, she remembered.

Walking down the path toward the arcade, Usagi was completely surprised when a dreaded fiend appeared just along the way. Quickly, she jumped behind the nearest wall, double checked for spies, and transformed. Soon, Sailor Moon stepped out into the battlefield, ready for the battle ahead. The youma immediately noticed her presence and turned away from the civilians below and toward the heroine. The battle began and soon, Sailor Moon began to slowly fail. Cursing herself, she reached for her communicator. Right as she pulled it out, the youma spotted her plea for help and snapped its snake-like arm toward the offending object and smashed it off of the girl's wrist. Sailor Moon gasped and became frustrated. She dodged attack one after another before finally getting hit. The blow sent her into a wall nearby and she nearly collapsed at the sudden pain. But, fighting the pain and realizing that others were in danger, she shot her famous attack to the youma, dusting it within seconds. Soon, after all had calmed down, the park was deserted and quiet. Sailor Moon was weak and tired, and collapsed on the concrete below, everything going black.

She grimaced at the battle, for it had been pretty brutal. She then realized, where was Tuxedo Mask? Luna? Luna could sense when she was in danger… hmm… She thought hard about it, and tried to get up. Her limbs were numb and her head panged with pain. It took all of her strength to stand up fully and de-transform. Now standing in her white t-shirt and baby pink jumper, she looked around her once more. The park was deserted.

Usagi began to prop herself on the wall behind her, feeling sick and dizzy. Getting over the dizzy spell, she began to debate. Home, or Arcade? Home: awaits a hot shower and warm bed, or Arcade: awaits an ice-pack, milkshake and a good friend. But, what time is it? The arcade closes at nine…

Thinking about it, she scratched her head and found that one of her odangos was out. Sighing, she removed the other and decided to go home. Along the way, she stopped near the fountain and splashed her face. The cold water felt good against the bruise on her forehead. She sighed at the feeling before using the collar of her shirt to pat dry her face. She paused her movements at hearing soft voices at the opposite side of the fountain.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think that this is working out," a man said.

"What?" a woman replied. Her voice was soft, and she said her one word sentence just above a whisper.

"I… just don't love you anymore." he said after a small pause. Usagi heard the woman gasp and slowly went around the fountain, just covered by the falling water and within earshot.

"What? No! Please! Don't leave! I love you!" she pleaded. Usagi continued to listen.

"I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore. I have eyes for someone else." Now that Usagi was closer, she could hear the man better and instantly thought of that jerk Chiba Mamoru. His voice was stern, deep and, although she hated to admit it, kind of sexy. This guy's voice sounded extremely similar. Usagi craned her neck to get a better look at the couple. She couldn't see the man, for his back was turned to her. The woman, on the other hand, she could see perfectly. She was a blonde, with beautiful amber eyes and full, rosy lips. Usagi thought she was pretty and felt terrible for the woman in front of her. Now she shifted her gaze from the pretty face to the back of the man. He wore khaki pants, which were held up by a black belt, and a light pink shirt. His hair was jet black and shimmered in the pale streetlight. Usagi noticed that the woman hesitated and feared that she had been caught. She held her breath and didn't move a muscle.

"Is she prettier?" the woman finally choked. Usagi mutely sighed in relief and her attention re-focused on the couple. The poor girl was silently crying, dipping her head down to hide them from the man.

"No." Usagi heard in the man's voice that he was lying. She sure hoped the girl didn't notice.

Usagi, guessing she did indeed notice, watched the girl shake her head before running off.

The man stared after her, and heaved a heavy sigh. Usagi was suddenly very happy to be single.

Usagi sighed again, a little too loud that time, and went to turn away when she heard the man behind her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. She mentally smacked her forehead, and turned to face none other than Chiba Mamoru.

"Mamoru-baka?" she asked. Sure, the man looked an awful lot like Mamoru, but she didn't expect it to be him!

"Odango, what are you doing here?!" he nearly yelled. Usagi cringed, her head hurting more now that he spoke loudly. She rubbed her temples quickly before coming up with a quip to his question.

"Oh, you know, chillin'."

"Avoiding your schoolwork, as usual?" he asked slyly. She rolled her eyes again and continued.

"Nah. I finished it." Truthfully she did. Hey, she may be failing, but that doesn't mean she didn't try!

"I doubt it," He muttered. Usagi ignored it. "Now, what are you doing here- What happened to you?" he asked, studying her figure. He noticed the lot of bruises on her arms and legs. Her hair was also down, not in that ridiculous hairstyle. She looked to be in pain.

"Ah…" how is she supposed to come up with something?! Say, 'Oh, you know. Just a huge alien thing attacked me and stuff. No biggie.'. No! Think of something! Her mind shouted. "I'm on a short walk!" she finally said. He looked at her suspiciously.

"Then why are you covered in bruises?"

"Ah… I tripped! A-ha… you know me!" she laughed nervously. She looked down at herself, realizing that the bruises on her arms were indeed dark and very noticeable. He sighed. She looked around herself and wondered aloud, "What time is it?"

"Um…" he looked at his watch. "8:30, why?" he asked casually.

"I don't know… just curious." It was then did he realized that she was cut badly on her collar bone. It looked to be hours old too. He pondered for a moment.

"Where'd you get that?" he pointed to her collar bone and watched her look down at it.

"I told you, I tripped."

"How long ago?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?" she asked. She cringed again, grabbing her head in pain.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer and sort of concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She gritted through her teeth. Nothing a little sleep wouldn't fix! She was glad that the wounds she received from battle healed overnight. "Don't worry about me."

"I should! With your clumsiness, you could get seriously hurt! Look at you! What did you trip over?" He asked her. She looked up at him, slowly removing her hands from her head. She had a puzzled look on her face. Why was he so concerned about her all of a sudden?

He noticed that her right wrist was stiff and she was moving it around gingerly. He softly grabbed her arm and examined her wrist. It was sprained.

"Hey!" she jerked back her arm. She did, however, miss his touch and felt a tingly sensation where his hand once was.

"Odango, you sprained your wrist."

"That explains the pain!" she mumbled. "So?" she asked.

"C'mon. I have a first aide kit at home-"

"No way! I can't go over there! My parents will kill me- Oh my god! My parents! Mamoru! Do you have your phone with you?!" she asked frantically.

"Yeah, here?" he handed it to her. She dialed her number really fast with her left hand and walked a couple feet away. She sat on a nearby bench.

Mamoru watched her talk on his phone. With her hair down and the moon shining on it, it almost looked silver. Her skin, minus the bruises, was like porcelain. He realized that she looked rather beautiful. Wait, dude! This is Odango! He thought.

Her phone call ended and she returned to Mamoru. She handed him the phone.

"Sorry 'bout that. I forgot to call my mom."

"Look, Odango, I have a first aide kit at home. I also have aspirin. I could wrap that wrist up too."

"Jeez, Mamoru-baka, do you keep a hospital in your bathroom drawer?" she asked.

"No."

"I'm fine! Seriously! I'm okay."

"No, you're not. My apartment building is around the corner. After I treat your wounds, I'll drive you home."

"Mamoru…"

"I have food." Might as well give it a try, though he knew what her answer was going to be.

"Food!? I'm starving! Let's go!" Mamoru laughed. Knowing Usagi and her stomach, she was walking pretty fast until a surge of pain shot up her leg. She stopped walking immediately and looked down at her right leg. Aah! She thought. That youma! If I could, I'd dust it again! Jeez!

Mamoru noticed her sudden stop and asked what was wrong.

"Nothing," she replied quickly. He asked if she was sure and she nodded. He walked on and she limped on. He turned to her and was about to tell her to hurry up when he saw her dragging her right leg.

"Whoa, Odango! What happened to you now?" he asked, walking back up to her and gently grabbed her arms when she stumbled.

"I don't know…" she whispered 'thank you' to him for helping her regain her balance. "Damn stairs!" she whispered, hoping he'd hear her. Maybe falling down the stairs seemed logical for her injuries?

"You tripped down stairs?!" he asked.

"Have you noticed who you're talking to?" she asked him, rolling her eyes at herself. He bought the act! She thought excitedly.

"You have a point." He replied.

"I' m sorry, Mamoru. I'll walk as fast as I can-"

"No need." He said, sweeping her up into his arms. She yelped.

"BAKA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" she yelled. He shushed her.

"It's nine o'clock on a Sunday night! People are sleeping! And I'm carrying you."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious! Why? Aren't I heavy? I can walk!" she realized that she liked being carried by him. Why? Who knows, but she liked it.

"Jesus Odango! Lay off the milkshakes!"

"Shut up!" He laughed.

"No, you're not heavy."

"If you get tired, I'll get down! I can walk! I can!"

"It's okay. I can carry you." She sat silently in his arms.

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Mamoru managed to walk all the way to the complex, but set her down when they reached the

Lobby doors.

"Am I getting too heavy for you, Mamoru?" Usagi asked, humor lacing her voice.

"Nah. But, wouldn't if look strange if I walked in with a girl in my arms?"

"Ah, yes." He set her down and put an arm around her waist. Usagi put an arm around his shoulders and used him for support.

They managed to walk through the nearly empty Lobby without notice. They reached the elevator in just minutes. Usagi leaned against the wood paneled wall as Mamoru pushed the '11th' button.

Just as the elevator began moving, Usagi became really tired and began dozing off. Sadly, before she fell into a deep sleep, the elevator door opened and Mamoru turned to her.

"Alright. My apartment is down the hall," Usagi yawned and limped over to him and wrapped her left arm around his neck.

"Thank you," she said as they began walking to the door.

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What's in store for Usagi and Mamoru? Hmm?

XD I hate cliffhangers, but now that I have control, they're kind of fun!! BLACKMAIL!!! MUAHAHAHA!!! XD Don't worry. The second chapter should be up, too.