Well, here is another attempt by myself to actually write and finish a good fanfiction. I love Sailor Moon but I do not own any of the characters… beside myself. Grins Yes this is yet another self-insertion fic but it works with the story line. Winks And I will be taking ideas on how Mamoru and Usagi finally get together but I have a pretty good idea though. I hope you all like it! And please forgive me for any grammar errors. I'm a ditz at making them!

Confessions to Another
Chapter One
H.E.

"I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," a young man of eighteen groaned while leaning his head against his car's steering wheel. Blowing a breath through his ebony hair, he sat up and hesitantly climbed out of his red sports car. Straightening his black leather jacket, the man nervously looked at the tall imposing building before him as he shut his door almost silently.

It stood a good seven floors above him with hundreds of tinted windows. Though roses were growing along the doorway the feeling of dread settled in the pit of his stomach as he walked along the sakura tree lined path. All he could hear was the pit pat of his brown loafers as they padded down the walkway. No one was in sight and it slowly began to spook him as he deliberately tried to find someone else on the property. He paused in front of the imposing glass, sliding doors with his hands in his pockets and silently hoped that no one could tell his knees were knocking in his tanned slacks.

A young girl sat at the receptionist desk that rested right at the front of the entryway before the elevator doors. "Ohayo!" she chirped with a wide smile while cracking her bubble gum quite loudly. "How may I help you, sir? Do you have an appointment today?"

Sluggishly, he approached the desk with self-disgust plastered on his face. "Um… I'm here to see a Dr. Elledge," he said quietly resting his hands on the edge of the oak desk before the surrounding silence of the entry was shattered by the rhythmic clicks of the keyboard.

"Ah yes! Dr. Elledge is waiting to talk to you, Chiba-san. She's on the fourth floor, room 208 on the right hallway from the elevator," the girl said practically singing with her wide smile still in place. Swiveling in her chair, she handed him a slim silver key. "This is the key that will let you on that floor. Have a good day!"

Giving the perky girl a nod, the young man entered the elevator and unconsciously blocked out the unending elevator music. After a minute or so had passed, he stared at the closed doors and watched the flashing light that requested an inserted key. Blowing another breath through his disheveled bangs, he slipped the key in and turned it watching the doors open while unconsciously placing the key into his coat pocket. Instantly a wave of calm washed over him as he began the trek down the right hallway.

Several paintings hung on the burgundy walls and Persian rugs covered the navy carpet. He found himself able to name a few paintings, surprising himself and noted that the owner had some good taste in art. It almost had a museum type feeling but yet it was still very comfortable. Then the secretary's desk came into sight and the young man behind it looked up from his incessant typing.

"Why hello Chiba-san. Elledge-sensei has been waiting for you for your appointment. Go on in and make yourself comfortable," the young boy said with a glimpse of a smile then returned his gaze back to the glowing computer screen.

With a nod, he entered the room and swept a glance around the spacious room. It basically was the same as the hallway except there were sculptures scattered here and there. All the furniture was burgundy also and he slowly grew comfortable in here too. On the right wall, however, stood something that didn't match the rest of the room. A large entertainment system stood imposingly in the corner and he was sorely tempted to go look at the woman's collection.

Closing the door softly behind him, the young man began to look for the acclaimed Dr. Elledge. "Um, Elledge-san? I'm here for my appointment," he called out waiting for the doctor to appear somewhere. He had made sure he was on time too so he didn't have to stay any longer than necessary so where on earth was she?

Though in the back of his mind, he visualized an older woman that held a kind smile on her face. Maybe in her late forties and happily married.

"Gomen nasai! I got involved with something else but please do have a seat!" rushed a young woman, claiming a seat behind the desk at one end of the room in front of the tinted windows. "Please, Mamoru is it? Have a seat, I said! Now let's started with-"

"Excuse me," Mamoru cut in confused, "are you Dr. Elledge's other secretary I missed?"

Giving a giggle, the girl shook her head. "No silly! I'm Dr. Elledge at your service! Now shall we get started?" she asked his yet again while watching him sit down on one of her very comfortable leather chairs.

Now Mamoru was very confused. 'She's my age!' he screamed in his head. Silently, he looked her over as she situated herself at the mahogany desk. She was very thin in form but her height was close to his own. Her square, wire rimmed glasses rested on her slim nose covering her vibrant blue eyes. A professional white business shirt was carefully buttoned then with the sleeves haphazardly rolled up. Her billowing, purple skirt pooled on the ground as she sat down at her swivel chair. Two things stood out about her the most: vibrant red hair and deathly pale skin. Her hair pulled back in a simple hair clip but wisps encircled her lightly flushed face.

Mamoru shook his head. "I have to be in the wrong room since you're only eighteen. I'm sorry to have bothered you," he said standing up to leave the room. Just when he was about to leave, Dr. Elledge grabbed his arm and prevented him from leaving her office space. Mentally, he said, 'Just let me leave so I can tell Motoki that I am perfectly sane and I don't need anyone to analyze my brain!'

"I may only be eighteen but I do have my degree and enough college education for the both of us put together," she replied smartly, dragging him back to a chair and made him sit down again. "Now, shall we FINALLY get started? Anyway, I'll introduce myself since you obviously don't want to start. Everyone here calls me Elledge-san, Elledge-sensei, Doctor Elledge, or something like that. Personally all those make me sound like an old woman. So! You can call me Hana," she said with a smile as she sat before him on the lip of her desk.

Giving a sigh, Mamoru shrugged out of his jacket and slung it over the armrest and finally gave her his attention. "I'm Chiba Mamoru, but please don't call me Chiba-san. Mamoru is just fine," he murmured, not looking at the girl just two feet in front of him.

Wasn't it against the law for young attractive woman to work as head doctors?

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