A/N:

Hello beautiful people! I'm baaaaaaaack! I know you all hate me for my super long delay on One Night, but I've been too busy. With school wrapping up, summer beginning, my new job and getting ready for my trip to Spain(!), I've had absolutely not enough time for fanfiction. But alas, I have returned with a meager gift. This is a little oneshot/drabble-y/songfic thingy that might turn into a series and might not. Ya never know. I was actually inspired by the song Tiny Vessels by Death Cab for Cutie for this angsty and sad thing below. You'll hate it probably. When it comes to the "why?"s of this is story, I left you to your own devices. Purposefully, of course. I wanted to do something different and heart-breaking, but I doubt I accomplished much. Anyways, read on! (After I receive reviews ((hint hint)) I might explain a few things that I think are going on.)

Regular - Present

Italics - Flashback

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon & Co.


"Usako…Usagi," He was stuttering. A torturous sign of weakness.

"I've been meaning to," Mamoru gestured for the words. "Elucidate my feelings to you for quite some time."

"I…I,"

Mamoru glanced up, avoided anything but those large, once-innocent eyes. She was perfection encompassed in a sixteen-year old body. Absolute perfection.

The clouds were dark and heavy, feeling as if they could shed their tears at any moment. Why was this so goddamn hard?


He smiled, contently leaning against the doorframe. "Little Odango, this is quite a surprise." Usagi was soaked to the bone, meager rain jacket dripping onto the carpet. Her bangs were plastered to her forehead, but she still looked as beautiful as ever. She fidgeted, little hands wringing each other raw. She took a hesitant step forward, testing the waters. He didn't flinch. "Can I…come in?" Gazing into her questioning eyes, fringe sticking together from the rain. Mamoru cleared his throat, scratching his neck. "I don't see why not." Stepping back and widening the door, Usagi gracefully slipped in, avoiding all contact, and discarded of her drenched sneakers.

"I'm sorry about showing up here, on such short notice."

Mamoru stuck his hands in his pockets, taking a casual stance against the wall. Was she going to be staying long?

"Mamoru," she began, rain still trickling down her colored cheeks. "Mamoru, I think, I think I am in love with you." After she said it, her face turned into one of horror, as if she couldn't believe what she had just confessed.

Mamoru was absolutely flabbergasted. Love? What did she know of love? She was a silly little girl. A quite pretty one, but still, an immature teenager. He would have expected a giddy, giggly girl to get a small crush on him, but love?

"Usagi, I don't know…"

"Mamoru, I'm all yours. For the taking. If you'll have me." As she interrupted, she began to zip down her raincoat, white dress shirt nearly transparent underneath. As it fell to the floor, Mamoru detected her uncertainty as she glanced at her shoes, planning her escape, internal war raging. The girl took a step forward, eyes rising to meet his, obstinate and strong in her decision.

"Take me, Mamoru." She whispered, hands finding their way to his chest. "I need you."

His calloused hand wrapped around her wrist, "Usagi, what in the world are you thinking? You're sixteen-"

"I'm legal!"

"Just because it's legal doesn't mean it's right."

"It's right if it is love!" She continued to spread her tiny fingers around his chest; igniting feelings in him he hadn't ever felt with a woman, not like that. Not this tingling, fiery burn. As her hands slid down his arms and into his palms, she rested her head against his chest. She was becoming irresistible.

"You're everything I want, Mamoru, please." Usagi stepped back, undoing the button on her hideous navy skirt. As it fell, she shed her uniform shirt. Mamoru couldn't speak. She was too beautiful. In only a few scraps of drenched clothing, she was as tempting and alluring ever. And here she was, giving herself, all of herself to him.

Was he going to take it? Could he?


"I don't think this is fair. To you, I mean. I'm not," Mamoru clenched his fists. "I'm not who you think I am."

He was looking at her, eyes steadily fixed on hers. Her delectable bottom lip was trembling, eyes welling up. Despite these things, her posture was fierce and strong, shoulders back, head held high.

"Mamo-chan-" She started. Mamoru raised a hand to stop her.

"Wait, Usagi, " She flinched at the formality. "I'm not finished. What I'm trying to say is, I don't reciprocate the feelings you believe you have for me."

"The feelings I believe I have for you? I know what I feel Mamo-chan. I know I love you. I know it."

"No that's just it, Usagi! You don't know! You don't know what love is."

"Oh, and I suppose you do?"

"No, I don't."

She gaped.

"What?"

"I don't."

"What about all those things you said? You said you adored me! You said you needed me. You said you wanted to marry me. What about all that, Mamo-chan?" She was crying now.

"Damnit, Usagi, I don't love you!"

"But Mamo-chan, what about these? " She began to pull down her collar, exposing the bruises he left on her neck, the marks she never wanted to fade, the spots that declared her his. "I'm yours."


He was having trouble breathing, staring at her chest as it rose and fell, goose bumps rising from the chill of her wet hair.

"Usagi, you're cold."

"I'm so much else, Mamoru. So much else."

As Mamoru drew the doe-eyed girl into his arms and her skin met his, he couldn't help but feel the familiar pang of lust. She was just too beautiful. His raven head nuzzled at the dip of her collarbone and he couldn't help but lay butterfly kisses there. What started simple comforting kisses, turned into a sensual, leisurely massage up her neck. Along the way, Mamoru placed little love bites, sucking at the delicate, delicious skin. He could feel her heart beating, the tempo quickening as her little hands spread around under his shirt, roaming and discovering and memorizing. She was mumbling things she herself probably couldn't recognize.

His lips had reached hers. As they met, Mamoru felt an explosion within, a deep wanting for Usagi. She had managed to work his shirt off with his assistance and was impatiently tugging at his belt. Mamoru moved his hands around her small waist and raised her up while Usagi lay gentle, wet kisses on his shoulders as he carried them blindly to the bedroom.


"Those will fade, little one. And so will your love for me."

"I don't believe you." She gulped, holding back new tears.

"Usagi, you have to understand. What happened that night was a mistake. I never wanted to hurt you-"

"Liar."

"I'm not lying. I believed I could love you, despite," he paused. "Despite everything."

"Stop lying to me, Mamoru!" She pointed a finger at him. "You've already broken my heart. You couldn't hurt me anymore now. You're not capable of love."


As she laid beneath him, hair a golden pool around her lithe figure, Mamoru ran his lips all over her face, chest, legs, anywhere bare and inviting and shimmering for him to please. Usagi was still murmuring pleas for things she had never wanted before, and Mamoru planned to comply fully. As he buried himself within every part of her, she whispered those fateful words.

"I love you, Mamo-chan. More than anything."

As he rose to face her, he captured those supple lips in a smoldering kiss, hands cupping her neck tenderly. Through gasps of air he found those three words buried deep in his soul. Grazing her lips, he fell.

"I love you."


Mamoru realized how close she was to him, breaths mixing and playing together, a static buzz surrounding the couple. On instinct, he reached out for her, fingertips grazing her wet cheek. "Don't cry," he murmured. She let out a bitter laugh. "Don't cry? Don't cry? You've got to be kidding." Usagi reached up, intending to drive his hand away, but before she could he had clasped her wrist within his fingers. Their eyes met and Mamoru got lost, tangled up in her web. As he began to lean in, the rain began to fall and he whispered something.


He felt her stir, her pale back pressed tightly against him. Starting behind her ear, he laid a gentle trail of kisses down her neck. She began to giggle and he smiled against the crevice of her collar.

"Morning." He mumbled. Usagi rolled over, still naked and damp and gorgeous beneath the sheets. As his hands wandered, her giggling increased. "Mamo-chan! Mamo-chan! Stop it!" Mamoru smiled devilishly at her before disappearing under the covers. After her squeals had turned into moans and Mamoru had emerged, Usagi wrapped her little arms around his neck.

"I could get use to this." She offered, toes rubbing against his calf. He gave her a meager half-smile, before returning to her dazzling and exposed skin.


"I'm sorry. You're beautiful, but I can't."

And then he kissed her. It was hard, and rough and agonizing and wet and passionate and beautiful.

It was goodbye.


A/N:

Awful, right? I'm so insecure lately. Meh, review, por favor! Love you guys!