Hi everyone! JupiterHalo here. This is actually my first story posted,
so I hope y'all like it! This is a first season fanfic, where Mamoru
is having those crazy dreams of his about the Moon Princess. I'm gonna
use the Japanese names, if you already haven't noticed, and I would
like some feedback at setsunapuu21@cs.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the related characters
in this story. Those belong to Takeuchi-sama.
Title: Crazy
Author: JupiterHalo
Rating: PG (brief rough language)
"Last night I dreamt about her again," Mamoru said wistfully while
Motoki cleaned a water glass in the arcade, looking uninterested.
Mamoru sighed again and buried his face in his hands. "Aw hell,"
he muttered, "I'm never gonna get her out of my mind!"
"Then stop talking about her so much." Motoki added his opinion.
Then he patted Mamoru's shoulder gently. "Hey man, if you want to
rant about your dream girl, then go ahead. I'll always be here to
listen to you."
"Thanks Motoki-kun." Mamoru smiled sadly. "It's just that I've had the
same dream night after night, her begging me to help her, and I
can't do a goddamn thing!"
Motoki started to say something, "Mam-"
"Hi Motoki-onii-san!" Usagi squealed as she butted in.
"Hey Usagi-chan! Long time no see." Motoki smiled at her. "So, what
have you been up to lately?" Mamoru groaned and bonked his head on
the counter. Usagi giggled and sat down next to him.
"Hey Mamoru-baka! Bad day?" He groaned again.
"Just go away Odango." Usagi looked concerned, her pink lips in a full
pout. She punched his shoulder VERY hard, but he didn't even look up.
"Hmph! Y'know Mamoru-baka," Usagi grinned, "with an attitude like that
no wonder-" Mamoru finally looked up.
"Was that the part where I was supposed to say 'ouch'?" he asked her.
Usagi looked shocked, her blue eyes wide open.
"You-you mean that that didn't hurt?!" she asked him in disbelief.
Mamoru finally smiled, a tiny smile that didn't light up his eyes at all.
"No, not a bit." Usagi slumped down into her stool, and looked at him.
Mamoru started to get a bit nervous.
"What?" He glanced around a bit, his black hair shining in the light.
"What?" he asked again. Then he sighed, exasperated. "Odango, why the
he-"
Motoki cleard his throat. "Uh, Mamoru, watch your language when there
are ladies present."
Mamoru snorted. :Lady? I don't see a lady here." Then he looked at a
girl sipping a smoothie nearby. "Ohhh... I see what you mean, Motoki-
kun." Usagi stood up.
"You're so mean Mamoru-baka!! Ohh, why do I even bother talking to
you?!" She stomped out the Crown doors, her pigtailed hair floating
behind her.
Mamoru yelled after her, "O-oh yeah?! Why do I even give you my
attention when you're not worthy of it?!" Then he slumped back down in
his seat muttering choice words and stuff about stupid junior high
schoolgirls with pigtails. Through all this, Motoki was grinning like a
cat, just watching them spar. Then, he laughed. Mamoru looked up, a
scowl written all over his face.
"And what's so funny?" he demanded. Motoki calmed down quickly, seeing
the look of murder in his best friend's eyes.
"Um.. nothing. Just forget it." Motoki said slowly, and resumed
cleaning water glasses.
**********************************************************************
Mamoru waited nervously in the psychiatrists' office. A woman seated
across from him smiled flirtatiously, but he ignored her. All he
could think about was that he was next. Finally, the door opened, and
a man stepped out carrying a clipboard.
"Chiba-san?" the man called.
Mamoru rose. "I'm right here." The man smiled, the introduced himself.
"My name is Dr. Benjamin, but you can call me Doc." The Doc held out
his hand and waited, looking expectantly. Mamoru just looked confused.
"Wh-what am I supposed to do now?" Mamoru asked hesitantly. The Doc
just smiled and grabbed his hand.
"It's called a handshake, Chiba-san." Doc shook Mamoru's hand thoroughly,
and they went into his office. Mamoru sat down in a chair
facing the Doc's desk, and the Doc sat down. "Okay, Mamoru-san, may I
call you that?" he inquired. Mamoru just nodded.
"I'm sorry, this is just my first time in a place like this and I'm
kind of nervous." Mamoru said at last. Doc nodded, his brown eyes
twinkling with mischief.
"So, tell me Mamoru-san, is it a girl?" Benjamin laughed when he saw
Mamoru blush. "I take it you've never blushed before either?"
"Please don't laugh at me," was Mamoru's only response. Benjamin
sobered up immediately, raking a hand through his slowly greying honey-brown hair.
"So, Mamoru-san, tell me why you wanted to see me this afternoon." So,
Mamoru told him about his parents' death, his lonely childhood in an
orphanage, and his Princess.
"Tell me a bit more about this girl you keep dreaming about." Benjamin
coaxed slowly. Mamoru thought a bit.
"She is the most beautiful woman I have ever met." Mamoru started, then
stopped. He looked over at Benjamin, but he was listening intently.
Mamoru smiled, getting the feeling that the Doc really cared about all
his patients, including him. So, he went on. :She... she's like a
goddess, with big blue eyes that search my very soul when I stare
into them. Her hair is like spun gold, soft and silky."
"Have you ever touched her hair?" Benjamin asked.
"Why is that important?"
"Every little detail, Mamoru-san, can mean something."
"Oh." So, he went on. "No, I haven't actually touched her hair, it just
looks like it's soft. She's crying," Mamoru said thoughtfully. "She
keeps begging me to help her, but I don't know how." Mamoru took a
breath, then asked, "Doc, could I have made her up because I'm so
lonely? That, I just wanted someone to care about me?" Benjamin shook
his head.
"Not at all, Mamoru. I think," he said, grinning, "that you based this
woman on someone you know now, someone that you deeply care for." Mamoru
leaned forward a bit, eyes wide. "Now, can you tell me if she resembles
someone that you know now?" Mamoru grinned.
"Yeah, she looks almost exactly like U-" Mamoru stopped suddenly. "Like
Usagi..." he murmured softly. Benjamin nodded.
"Do you care for this Usagi girl?" he asked seriously. Mamoru slowly
nodded. "Does she know?" Mamoru shook his head vigorously at that.
"No."
"Then you should tell her that you love her." Mamoru's eyes widened.
"L-love? Love Usagi? But, that's impossible!" But, he already knew it
was true. He loved everything about her, even her bad grades and her
eating habits. Mamoru smiled, a real smile this time, and got up to
leave. Before he left, he turned back to the Doc.
"You know what, Doc? You're right. Every little detail does matter."
Then, Mamoru left the office.
*********************************************************************
Mamoru sprinted all the way from Benjamin's office to the Crown
Game Center. When he entered, Motoki was shocked. Mamoru seemed,
different somehow.
"Hey Mamoru-san, wassup?" Motoki knew Mamoru hated that phrase,
and tried to use it as often as he could when he was around.
"Hey Motoki-kun, have you seen Usagi lately? I really need to
tell her something."
"No, but I think she's at the park in the rose gardens. She loves
the place." Mamoru grinned, and was off.
******************************************************************
Usagi sighed and continued to think about Mamoru. 'He looked so
sad today, I wonder why.' She propped her chin up on her knees.
'I wish I could have cheered him up.' Suddenly, a pair a strong
arms wrapped themselves around Usagi. She gasped, and turned her head.
There, holding her, was Mamoru. "Mam-"
"Shh." He pressed a finger to her lips. "I have something to tell you,
Usagi. And please don't interrupt me." She nodded her agreement, and
he grinned. Then he leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "Aishiteru,
Usako." Usagi gasped again, at Mamoru's confession and at the name
"Usako." He pulled her closer to him, needing her warmth. "Usako,
please tell me you can love a man like me. You mean the world to
me." He let go of her then, and stood up, waiting for her answer. When
there was none, he turned to go. "I-I'm sorry for bothering you, Usagi.
I'll jus-just go." As he turned, Usagi saw a tear slide down his cheek.
She lunged for him. He turned around at the sound of her footsteps,
and she hugged him hard, burying her face in his chest. "Stay with me,
Mamo-chan. Mamoru intook a breath sharply at the name, "Mamo-chan". "Please,"
she whispered, "stay with me." Mamoru hugged her tightly to him, smothering
the top of her head with kisses. "Aishiteru,Usako." He murmured to her. She
looked up, and kissed him.
It was a long, loving kiss. "Aishiteru, Mamo-chan." Usagi whispered huskily
before his lips captured hers again.
Whew! That took a long time to write. So, please send me feedback at setsunapuu21@cs.com
Sayonara for now!
Love always,
~JupiterHalo~
so I hope y'all like it! This is a first season fanfic, where Mamoru
is having those crazy dreams of his about the Moon Princess. I'm gonna
use the Japanese names, if you already haven't noticed, and I would
like some feedback at setsunapuu21@cs.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the related characters
in this story. Those belong to Takeuchi-sama.
Title: Crazy
Author: JupiterHalo
Rating: PG (brief rough language)
"Last night I dreamt about her again," Mamoru said wistfully while
Motoki cleaned a water glass in the arcade, looking uninterested.
Mamoru sighed again and buried his face in his hands. "Aw hell,"
he muttered, "I'm never gonna get her out of my mind!"
"Then stop talking about her so much." Motoki added his opinion.
Then he patted Mamoru's shoulder gently. "Hey man, if you want to
rant about your dream girl, then go ahead. I'll always be here to
listen to you."
"Thanks Motoki-kun." Mamoru smiled sadly. "It's just that I've had the
same dream night after night, her begging me to help her, and I
can't do a goddamn thing!"
Motoki started to say something, "Mam-"
"Hi Motoki-onii-san!" Usagi squealed as she butted in.
"Hey Usagi-chan! Long time no see." Motoki smiled at her. "So, what
have you been up to lately?" Mamoru groaned and bonked his head on
the counter. Usagi giggled and sat down next to him.
"Hey Mamoru-baka! Bad day?" He groaned again.
"Just go away Odango." Usagi looked concerned, her pink lips in a full
pout. She punched his shoulder VERY hard, but he didn't even look up.
"Hmph! Y'know Mamoru-baka," Usagi grinned, "with an attitude like that
no wonder-" Mamoru finally looked up.
"Was that the part where I was supposed to say 'ouch'?" he asked her.
Usagi looked shocked, her blue eyes wide open.
"You-you mean that that didn't hurt?!" she asked him in disbelief.
Mamoru finally smiled, a tiny smile that didn't light up his eyes at all.
"No, not a bit." Usagi slumped down into her stool, and looked at him.
Mamoru started to get a bit nervous.
"What?" He glanced around a bit, his black hair shining in the light.
"What?" he asked again. Then he sighed, exasperated. "Odango, why the
he-"
Motoki cleard his throat. "Uh, Mamoru, watch your language when there
are ladies present."
Mamoru snorted. :Lady? I don't see a lady here." Then he looked at a
girl sipping a smoothie nearby. "Ohhh... I see what you mean, Motoki-
kun." Usagi stood up.
"You're so mean Mamoru-baka!! Ohh, why do I even bother talking to
you?!" She stomped out the Crown doors, her pigtailed hair floating
behind her.
Mamoru yelled after her, "O-oh yeah?! Why do I even give you my
attention when you're not worthy of it?!" Then he slumped back down in
his seat muttering choice words and stuff about stupid junior high
schoolgirls with pigtails. Through all this, Motoki was grinning like a
cat, just watching them spar. Then, he laughed. Mamoru looked up, a
scowl written all over his face.
"And what's so funny?" he demanded. Motoki calmed down quickly, seeing
the look of murder in his best friend's eyes.
"Um.. nothing. Just forget it." Motoki said slowly, and resumed
cleaning water glasses.
**********************************************************************
Mamoru waited nervously in the psychiatrists' office. A woman seated
across from him smiled flirtatiously, but he ignored her. All he
could think about was that he was next. Finally, the door opened, and
a man stepped out carrying a clipboard.
"Chiba-san?" the man called.
Mamoru rose. "I'm right here." The man smiled, the introduced himself.
"My name is Dr. Benjamin, but you can call me Doc." The Doc held out
his hand and waited, looking expectantly. Mamoru just looked confused.
"Wh-what am I supposed to do now?" Mamoru asked hesitantly. The Doc
just smiled and grabbed his hand.
"It's called a handshake, Chiba-san." Doc shook Mamoru's hand thoroughly,
and they went into his office. Mamoru sat down in a chair
facing the Doc's desk, and the Doc sat down. "Okay, Mamoru-san, may I
call you that?" he inquired. Mamoru just nodded.
"I'm sorry, this is just my first time in a place like this and I'm
kind of nervous." Mamoru said at last. Doc nodded, his brown eyes
twinkling with mischief.
"So, tell me Mamoru-san, is it a girl?" Benjamin laughed when he saw
Mamoru blush. "I take it you've never blushed before either?"
"Please don't laugh at me," was Mamoru's only response. Benjamin
sobered up immediately, raking a hand through his slowly greying honey-brown hair.
"So, Mamoru-san, tell me why you wanted to see me this afternoon." So,
Mamoru told him about his parents' death, his lonely childhood in an
orphanage, and his Princess.
"Tell me a bit more about this girl you keep dreaming about." Benjamin
coaxed slowly. Mamoru thought a bit.
"She is the most beautiful woman I have ever met." Mamoru started, then
stopped. He looked over at Benjamin, but he was listening intently.
Mamoru smiled, getting the feeling that the Doc really cared about all
his patients, including him. So, he went on. :She... she's like a
goddess, with big blue eyes that search my very soul when I stare
into them. Her hair is like spun gold, soft and silky."
"Have you ever touched her hair?" Benjamin asked.
"Why is that important?"
"Every little detail, Mamoru-san, can mean something."
"Oh." So, he went on. "No, I haven't actually touched her hair, it just
looks like it's soft. She's crying," Mamoru said thoughtfully. "She
keeps begging me to help her, but I don't know how." Mamoru took a
breath, then asked, "Doc, could I have made her up because I'm so
lonely? That, I just wanted someone to care about me?" Benjamin shook
his head.
"Not at all, Mamoru. I think," he said, grinning, "that you based this
woman on someone you know now, someone that you deeply care for." Mamoru
leaned forward a bit, eyes wide. "Now, can you tell me if she resembles
someone that you know now?" Mamoru grinned.
"Yeah, she looks almost exactly like U-" Mamoru stopped suddenly. "Like
Usagi..." he murmured softly. Benjamin nodded.
"Do you care for this Usagi girl?" he asked seriously. Mamoru slowly
nodded. "Does she know?" Mamoru shook his head vigorously at that.
"No."
"Then you should tell her that you love her." Mamoru's eyes widened.
"L-love? Love Usagi? But, that's impossible!" But, he already knew it
was true. He loved everything about her, even her bad grades and her
eating habits. Mamoru smiled, a real smile this time, and got up to
leave. Before he left, he turned back to the Doc.
"You know what, Doc? You're right. Every little detail does matter."
Then, Mamoru left the office.
*********************************************************************
Mamoru sprinted all the way from Benjamin's office to the Crown
Game Center. When he entered, Motoki was shocked. Mamoru seemed,
different somehow.
"Hey Mamoru-san, wassup?" Motoki knew Mamoru hated that phrase,
and tried to use it as often as he could when he was around.
"Hey Motoki-kun, have you seen Usagi lately? I really need to
tell her something."
"No, but I think she's at the park in the rose gardens. She loves
the place." Mamoru grinned, and was off.
******************************************************************
Usagi sighed and continued to think about Mamoru. 'He looked so
sad today, I wonder why.' She propped her chin up on her knees.
'I wish I could have cheered him up.' Suddenly, a pair a strong
arms wrapped themselves around Usagi. She gasped, and turned her head.
There, holding her, was Mamoru. "Mam-"
"Shh." He pressed a finger to her lips. "I have something to tell you,
Usagi. And please don't interrupt me." She nodded her agreement, and
he grinned. Then he leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "Aishiteru,
Usako." Usagi gasped again, at Mamoru's confession and at the name
"Usako." He pulled her closer to him, needing her warmth. "Usako,
please tell me you can love a man like me. You mean the world to
me." He let go of her then, and stood up, waiting for her answer. When
there was none, he turned to go. "I-I'm sorry for bothering you, Usagi.
I'll jus-just go." As he turned, Usagi saw a tear slide down his cheek.
She lunged for him. He turned around at the sound of her footsteps,
and she hugged him hard, burying her face in his chest. "Stay with me,
Mamo-chan. Mamoru intook a breath sharply at the name, "Mamo-chan". "Please,"
she whispered, "stay with me." Mamoru hugged her tightly to him, smothering
the top of her head with kisses. "Aishiteru,Usako." He murmured to her. She
looked up, and kissed him.
It was a long, loving kiss. "Aishiteru, Mamo-chan." Usagi whispered huskily
before his lips captured hers again.
Whew! That took a long time to write. So, please send me feedback at setsunapuu21@cs.com
Sayonara for now!
Love always,
~JupiterHalo~