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Author's Notes: Hiya Minna! This story is a pretty self explanatory one. It's a story about Usagi and Mamoru! YAY! (Just incase you didn't notice!) Cause I love stories about them! Anyways, I included a translation code. (Just incase you didn't know.) This is a first season fan fic and I'm using JAPANESE NAMES! Because I like it that way. Usako and Mamo-chan are much nicer in Japanese than in english!

Thanks to all of my reviewers! Yay! (MUAH! Love ya ;) ) To Age (JediSerenity@ff.net) for lending me all of her videos and taped episodes. Kat, for inspiration, editing and constant reviewing and support! (JediLeia@ff.net)

Oh.. and I'm starting my own site up! YAY! Come and pay me a visit. It's not up and running yet... but it will be soon. Also, if you have
any Sailor moon fan fiction, fan art or original stories PLEASE, send them along to me at Pinksugasweetie@hotmail.com. Your efforts
are greatly appreciated.

Anyways, I originally got the idea for this fic while I was laying in bed, wide awake. My parents had just confiscated my laptop so I
scratched the first chapter out on tissue paper with a faded blue magic marker. It was pretty hard to read though, since the words were crossing over each other and stuff like that! However, I had fun with it. Enjoy! -Suga!

Minna-Everyone
Tsukino Usagi- Serena Tsukino
Usako-My bunny
Chiba Mamoru-Darien Shields
Mamo-chan-my protector
Endymion-Prince of Earth from the past
Serenity-Moon Princess from the past
Gomen nasai- Sorry.
Nani- What?
Odango Atama-Dumpling head aka meatball head
Tuxedo Kamen-Tuxedo Mask
Irasshaimase-Welcome
Ohayo-Good Morning
Konnichiwa-Hello
Sayonara/Ja ne-Goodbye
Tadaimasu-I'm back
Genki desuka-How are you?
Sumimasen-Excuse me
Hai-Yes
Iie-No
Matte-Wait
Tabun-Maybe/perhaps
And most importantly : Baka-idiot
(I think that's it for this chapter! More later! For more definitions go to www.tuxedomask.com!)


Disclaimer: Nope! I don't own Sailor Moon...I wish I did though. It's an amazing idea!


Chapter 1: A Familiar Beginning

It was a dreary day, so Chiba Mamoru decided to include an umbrella in his tote bag. Although, he secretly knew that his day would
seem to clear in a matter of minutes. He walked briskly out of his apartment and after stopping for his mail, proceeded to work. Chiba
Mamoru walked quickly, although, he wasn't late. No, Mamoru was never late, for anything. Never.

As he strode on towards Philips Square, three blocks south-east in the opposite direction of work, he could see a familiar figure running
in his direction. Indeed, there she was, Tsukino Usagi , looking angelic as usual, with her rosy cheeks, long flowing odango and puffy
white vest. She was running, huffing and puffing down the street, obviously not paying attention to where she was going.

Mamoru saw this opportunity and took it, as he did every morning. He walked straight into her path and prepared himself for contact, his
footsteps never faltering from their steady rhythm.

The small girl gasped upon her abrupt collision with an enormous obstacle, which sent her flailing to the ground. Gomen nasai! Sumimasen! Gomen! She shouted.
That's all right, a deep voice, replied, are you okay? This voice seemed to hold both mystery and compassion.
Please forgive me. Usagi prayed that this was the voice of the man whom she hoped it would be. She grasped the gloved hand that
was outstretched for her, as her eyes wandered upwards towards the face of this kind stranger. Tall, well dressed, an ugly green
jacket....,' she silently analyzed. Upon the moment when their eyes met, Usagi's face fell, and she could feel her as it heart sunk,
plummeting to her toes.
Ohayo, Odango Atama! You'd better watch where you're going!
I don't need your advice, Chiba Mamoru! She should have known, but she couldn't believe it. She was staring into the face of her
mortal enemy; Mamoru. Usagi shuddered. Was is possible that she might have mistaken this nemesis, the man that teased her every day, mocking her and making her feel unloved, for the dreamy Tuxedo Kamen! Wake up, Usagi!' She told herself since she was still half asleep. There is no
excuse for making that kind of mistake. As a matter of fact, I'm not sorry at all! Usagi stood silent as realization dawned on her. ODANGO ATAMA!! Harumph! I have a name you know and I suggest you use it. Practice with me... Usagi, Usagi! She said slowly, pronouncing each syllable clearly.
I'm not sure if I understand you, Odango, he replied mocking her, drawing out her nickname. Anyways, just watch where you're going. What if the guy of your dreams was walking by, and you missed him because you weren't paying attention.
she muttered, I can't believe how rude you are, Mamoru! Insulting beautiful girls! Besides, the only person who I'd want to run into would be the handsome Tuxedo Kamen....

Just the though of him filled Usagi with wonder. He was so mysterious, all dressed in black with a silvery mask, just like a fairy tale. Yes, a magical fairy tale that was almost too good to be true. She suppressed a sigh, suddenly slipping out of her daydream to the laughter of Mamoru, stiffening as she realized where she was.

He chuckled at the petite blonde. If only she knew his identity. His deep blue eyes wandered over her face. She was so beautiful! Like fragile glass. The kind he was afraid of holding too tight, for fear that it would shatter between his palms. Deep within Mamoru wished, no, wanted, to stay with her forever. Just the two of them, together for eternity. This was Odango here! What was he thinking! Mamoru couldn't believe the foolishness that this girl brought out in him. He was starting to sound as absentminded as Usagi, constantly daydreaming.

You had better be on your way, Odango Atama. Mamoru said coldly. He could barely believe that he was actually telling her go.
He watched her hurriedly gather her things. He should have known better than to think that she would have remained there for longer then absolutely necessary. She hates you, remember...?'

Oooh! You jerk, Chiba! I'll get you back for that tonight, at the arcade. Ja, interrupting his thoughts. With that, she stormed off down the street.

Mamoru wistfully watched her bounce down the street towards the
school. he replied, adding under his breath,

This was what Chiba Mamoru lived for every morning; running into unsuspecting blondes.