Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. I'm poor. Leave me alone.

Chapter 1: I'm doing what?



Here we go again. Another day, another crazy scheme, and another dollar. That's all in a day's work for me, Tsukino Usagi. Sorry, I forgot my manners there for a second. Formal introductions are in order aren't they? A lot of you there out there might be wondering why the hell this crazy woman here is talking to herself. I do that a lot. My inner monologues and I are good pals.

So let's get straight to the facts. I was born on a warm spring day on May 11, 1979. That would make me 25 for all of those mathematically impaired. It's okay, I'm math challenged myself. I can barely balance my checkbook without a calculator. All is good in the world when a machine does the calculations for you, I say. Back to the topic on hand, I've lived in Tokyo my entire life. My life isn't all that interesting actually. I'm pretty average coming from the nuclear family of two kids, two parents, and the little three-bedroom house with the white gate outside in the middle of suburbia. I think the only rebellion we have taken is instead of the dog we have a cat. I studied journalism like my dad at the University of Tokyo and actually started out working at my dad's newspaper. That didn't last long since we found that we have certain creative differences. I finally took my stand for independence and moved into my own place and got a job at the same magazine with my friend, Aino Minako, works at, . I'm actually quite well known or that's what I've heard from my editor. Minako thinks I'm pretty good, too.

In the looks department, I think I made out pretty good if I do so say myself. I'm a little on the short side at 5'3, but I make due. It might sound cliché to say this, but I have blonde hair and blue eyes. No it's not dyed this way, and no I do not wear contacts. It's all a matter of good genes in my family. Whose are they? I have no clue. I don't even know why I am talking about the way I look since everyone in the world will soon see my face. Until then that's all I'm saying. Don't want to look conceited now do we.

That brings me to the topic of my job. I've moved up in the ranks over the years. I started out as a lowly copy editor, but somehow I talked my way into getting some assignments here and there. For a while, I was doing small features on things to do in the city. You know the kind of stuff everyone wants to read about like reviews of restaurants, clubs, and the whole party scene. It was simple enough. Actually, it was a pretty sweet job to get paid to have fun. It was that little job that got me into this whole mess, well sort of. It was more like a snowball effect from there.

It was purely accidental that it all happened. One night I got sent out on assignment to review some new punk rock band playing down at the Inferno. The crowd was going wild. I had my camerawoman, Naru, there to capture some shots of the place. We were basically having a great old time partying it up with the band. I don't really remember how many free drinks I had that night, but hey a woman like myself needs some libations to let her creative juices flow. It was too bad that they flowed a little too freely. From what I vaguely remember, I got the bright idea to bum rush up to the stage and have the band pull me up. The next thing I know I'm stage diving into the crowds and I'm floating around the room over a sea of hands grabbing me in unmentionable places. Then I don't know how but I decide to get back on stage and do it again. The only problem was this time when I dove off the crowd wasn't so receptive and I end up flat on my face. Let me tell you this, don't ever stage dive during a slow song because no one will catch you. To my utmost horror and humiliation, my wonderful performance onstage was caught on camera. The article turned into a quarter about the band and club and three fourths rant about the dangers of stage diving. To top it off my editor and what I loosely call a friend, Hino Rei, switched the copy photo of me quietly enjoying the ambiance at a table to a series of motion shots portraying my upward jump to my disastrous face fall. Who knew we would sell more copies that month in the history of the magazine after my little debacle?

That's where Rei got the idea for my column, Living on the Edge. I'm a human guinea pig, you could say. Letters pour in each week requesting one crazy stunt after another for me to do. I've been all over the world doing stunts from running with the bulls in Pamplona, diving with the sharks in the Pacific, and the infamous trek up Mt. Everest. The part that makes all this interesting is the fact that I don't have an athletic bone in my body, so you can probably guess the disastrous results. I'm pretty lucky I've escaped pretty much unscathed so far considering my past track record. Yes, I was a total spaz and klutz during my pubescent years. Thank god I grew out of that, but I still have my occasional moments of complete freak accidents. I was doing fine risking my neck and watching my insurance prices rise with each stunt. I'd pretty much reached that point where nothing scared me. I'd been there, done that and seen it twice. That is until I got my latest assignment. I don't think any of the things I've done could have prepared me for something like this. I would take the plunge.

****Ten days ago****

Hey! How is our favorite adventure girl doing this week? Minako laughed as she entered my office without knocking. She took my brief glance up away from my computer as an invitation to make herself comfortable on my couch. I saw your article for this month. I think it deserves a place on the wall of pain.

It's already up there.

I briefly replied as I turned my attentions back to the screen in front of me. I could hear the shuffle of her Christian Dior pumps padding across my beige carpeting. As always, Minako came strutting into my office an hour before quitting time to have a little chat. It was her routine to take the short trek from her office to mine. Of course, she made that short pit stop in the break room to flirt a bit with the boys in the accounting and advertising. So, here she was in her skimpy navy blue skirt that revealed her legs that just seemed to go on forever and her perpetual even tan that only I knew came out of a bottle. Her orange blouse was left open at the top in her own messy way with her hair pulled back into high ponytail with a pencil sticking out from behind her ear. Every other woman in the office swears that she dresses like that on purpose to drive the male employees wild, and sometimes I wonder myself too. Then I remember that it's just Minako being Minako. She doesn't try, she just is.

From the number of steps I counted, she made it to the wall we lovingly referred to as the wall of pain. It was a wall of homage to the most dangerous and stupid stunts I had pulled the last two years. Some were plain stupid such as me dressing up as the Easter bunny and parading through every pet store in Tokyo on Easter Sunday demanding that my brethren be set fee. Others were a little more risky like the shot of me barely escaping a bull shoving its horn up where the sun don't shine in Pamplona.

Sometimes I wonder to myself where people come up with this stuff, Usagi.

Just thank Miyazawa Aiko of Kyoto for the last one. I swear that girl is truly sadistic to ask me to do that.

But you did it anyway.

That's only after Rei promised me my month of vacation time if I did it. I barely made it out of that without a scratch, but it was worth it to have the next 31 days of pure unadulterated freedom. After that I have one last assignment and that ends the dangerous life of Tsuki. I think I've reached my burn out point after doing this crap for the last three years. I'm glad it's going to be over soon. I'm a little excited about the idea of taking a year off and doing some freelance writing. Maybe I'll write that book I've been thinking about.

I can't believe you're going to be leaving us soon. Who will I come and annoy during my afternoon coffee break? The office will lose its hot topic of conversation without you. You have to admit the bee thing was funny, Minako giggled as she seated herself at the edge of my desk. She placed her hand over mine on the mouse and maneuvered the seven of hearts over the eight of spades. You missed this one.

I grumbled staring intently on the game of solitaire on my screen. I would like to see how funny you think it is to dress up in a bee outfit and run through a bee farm acting like one of them. Why would anyone care what the life of a bee is like? I'm just lucky that I had that protective bee keeper suit on underneath.

Well, you are our golden child. Women and girls all over the country want to see what crazy adventure Tsuki gets into next.

It's a good thing that Naru blurs out my face in all the shots or I couldn't walk down the street without someone pointing and laughing at me. I'd rather remain anonymous while I sell my body and soul for public amusement. I clicked the mouse one last time and watched the cards dance around the screen. Take that solitaire!

You've really take too much pleasure in playing that game.

So what? I like solitaire. Look I even beat my all time high score!

Minako smacked her palm to her forehead shaking her head from side to side. You need to go out and get a real life. I heard the Three Lights are coming into town for a quick promo concert. You should be excited to see your darling, Seiya.

I plucked a twizzler from my secret candy stash in the second drawer and tugged at the stick with my teeth happily munching away. We have dinner plans later if you must ask. I can't even remember when the last time we had some free time together with his hectic schedule and my crazy one. With my one month of vacation coming up and Seiya taking a break form touring in a week we'll finally have some us' time.

Minako reached for the open drawer, but quickly retracted after I slapped her grubby hand away. You're so greedy.

Get your own, I grunted.

Sugar makes you nasty.

You would be cranky too if I tried to take some of your snickers you hide in your bookcase behind Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus.

So, you've been the one taking them?! I knew I couldn't have eaten them all by myself so quickly.

Find a better hiding spot then, I dismissively waved. I thought you would be all giddy considering the fact that Yaten would be in town too. Aren't you two still on that when you're in town let's get down' kind of agreement? I'll never understand how you two can be so carefree about this casual sex thing you two got going.

Well, you're not the only one who can seduce one of the Kou brothers. That reminds me that I should pick up a little treat for my boy toy on the way to the hotel.

Please be a little more discreet this time. Taiki almost had a heart attack after he had to cover for you guys about you and Yaten's voyeuristic trip through the park. He wasn't too happy to have to drive out to the park at 3 in the morning to drop off clothes for you guys. One day the press is going to find out who Yaten's mystery friend is.

It wasn't our fault that we lost our clothes in the park, she pouted. A playful little smile curled on her lips as she probably recounted the late night romp through the park.



What is?

The idea of you and Yaten getting it on in a public park. Who's idea was it?



My jaw dropped onto the desk with a thud. I never knew he was so kinky.

He likes the adrenaline rush of almost being caught. It wasn't half as scary as that time on the ferris wheel in the amusement park. Then again he does also have that thing about dressing up in costumes. There was that one time he wanted to dress up like the naughty schoolboy and me the strict nun at the private school.

I covered my ears with my hands and began humming the theme song to Sailor V. I'm not listening!

Fine, you big baby. Not all of us are like boring old married couples like you and Seiya. When are you guys going to go public? You've been seeing each other for what seems like forever anyways. How long has it been now?

Three years, I immediately responded without a second thought. We've been together since that first time I interviewed them when they first started getting gigs around the city.

The guy just needs to pop the question already. I mean you've already established that he can trust you. You've stuck by him since he first started his music career, and even after their fame skyrocketed you remained the understanding girlfriend watching millions of screaming girls begging him to have their baby. He either needs to take some action, or you need to move on. Trust me I understand relationships and you two are at the point where it's going to be Until death do us part' or It's been nice knowing you'. It's my job to know these things. Why do you think so many people turn to my column every month for love advice.

Yeah, and if they knew that the goddess of love hasn't had a serious relationship in eight years they would really still listen to you, I snorted. For some odd reason I don't think I should be taking love advice from you.

That's mean.

I looked down at my watch and silently watched the minute hand move closer and closer to five o'clock. I was fifteen minutes away from freedom.

Screw it. I'm leaving now.

As much as this chat has been fun, I think I'll be skipping out early. I'm outta here. I grabbed my jacket from the arm of the couch, which I had haphazardly tossed there earlier and slung my laptop case over my shoulder. I'll see you in a month.

Wait! Usagi, there was something I needed to talk to you about.

Too late! I yelled back waving goodbye. If the boss lady wonders where I am tell her I'm in the bathroom.

Do you ever have one of those moments where you can see victory at the horizon and just about tot ouch it? Then it all goes down the toilet like everything else. That's the story of my life.

Odango Atama! a shrill voice yelled to my retreating back.

I muttered to myself.

Okay Usagi, here's the plan. Just walk away and pretend you didn't hear anything. She can't get you unless you give indication that you heard. Run.

I shrugged my shoulders and stealthily tiptoed my way out the door acting as if nothing ever happened. Have a nice night, I cheerily waved towards the security guard at the door.

Stop her! She stole a stapler!



Suddenly, the seemingly harmless ancient man sleeping behind the security counter leapt into action with nightstick in hand. Stop right there! He grabbed my wrist and I swear the man must have had some superhuman strength with the way he grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back forcing my legs to buckle under the pain. I fell to the ground on my knees ready to face my punishment.

Okay! I'm sorry I tried to skip out early! It was only fifteen minutes, I literally begged on my hands and knees.

Rei only ignored my pathetic pleas and strutted up in front of me. She's one scary lady if you ever meet her on the street that's for sure. Only a woman like her could pull off the infamous power suit. I didn't even know that Donna Karen made red business suits, especially not in the flaming color that matched her fiery amethyst eyes. If looks could kill she would kill you and send you to and from hell twice with one of her icy glares.

Can you please escort Tsukino-san to my office? She flashed a toothy grin towards the security guard who hauled my butt off the ground and proceeded to prod me back inside the building like a cow herder with an electrical prod putting one of its strays back into the pen. The entire time Rei smiled that innocent smile of hers. If you listen closely enough you can hear that pearly clean ping.

That reminds me. I've got to ask her what toothpaste she uses.

So what do you want boss lady? I grunted as I settled myself into the chair the guard had deposited my body onto. And for the last time will you stop calling me Odango Atama. I haven't worn that hairstyle since we were in high school. I'm going to kill Minako for showing you those old photos of us in high school. I reached for the top of my head feeling the area where two buns used to perch. Now all I could feel was my hair tied up in a loose bun held together by a pencil. That was a skill all in itself considering the length of my hair.

Rei seated herself across the desk from me in her leather executive chair. She waved her finger at me in that condescending manner that I always hated. Once an Odango Atama, always an Odango Atama.

Did you call me in here just to start an argument, pyro?

I told you not to call me that in the office!

Hey, you started it! I wonder if I should post up a little memo about how our wonderful editor once decided it would be a good idea to try to read the future in the fire of her grandfather's shrine. I'm sure they'll love the part when you passed out from smoke inhalations since you forgot to open a window and had to have the firefighter gets you out leaving a pile of ashes where the shed once was.

You wouldn't.

I would. I arched an eyebrow testing the waters with how far I could get before she had a complete melt down.

I would have seen her next move had it not been for Minako's entrance.

She walked in taking a seat beside me. Are you two fighting again?

She started it!

Did not!

Did too!

Will you both shut up! God, sometimes I wonder if you two ever left high school behind. Remember the promise you two made about making a truce while at the office. Now I want you both to say sorry.

we both spat out while crossing our arms across our chest and looking away simultaneously.

Now that's better, I guess. Minako turned towards Rei. Did you break the news to her yet?

I was going to, but then she tried to sneak out on me. I thought you were going to tell her before she had a chance to get away. It was a good thing I spotted her at the exit.

I was going to tell her, but she ran out of the office in such a hurry. I'm still not too sure about this.

She'll be fine. How hard can this be?

I guess you're right. She has been able to accomplish more physical tasks.

My head rocked from side to side trying to keep up with the conversation about me, but not directed towards me. Can you two stop talking like I'm not here? I frantically waved my arms in the air trying to get the attention I so desperately craved.

Two pairs of eyes snapped in my direction. From the smiles on their face, and the way their eyes seemed to devour me I knew they were up to no good.

Whatever it is, the answer is no!

Come on, Usagi. You haven't even heard what it is yet, Rei flatly pointed out.

Nope. Not gonna do it. I furiously shook my head the same way I used to when my mother made me do something I didn't want to. You already signed me off for the next month off. Look at the time. It's already five o'clock. I'm officially on vacation.

You're not on vacation until I tell you. It's not my fault that your request for vacation time never made it to the human resources department on time to be filed. She waved a piece of paper in front of my face bearing handwriting that greatly resembled my own.

You're evil.

I know.

I grasping into thin air for anything to get me out of whatever it was she wanted. What about the signed agreement we had? I have it somewhere here with me! I foolishly dumped out my briefcase looking fro the formally typed agreement Rei and I had signed a few weeks earlier agreeing for me to get one month's vacation time in exchange for one final farewell stunt. I snatched up the wrinkled document off the ground and slammed it down on the desk. I have it in writing that I get a month off!

Look closely. I didn't say when you could have the vacation. Just do this one last stunt and I'll let you have your precious paid time off. The stunt will only take a week. After that you can have your month off and come back for a little farewell party. Does that sound good?

Why do I have that sinking feeling that it's like getting the worst part over with before I get to the good part?

Geez, this one is easy. I swear it is. Minako will be collaborating with you on this one, too. She would never do anything that was intentionally harmful to you.

I turned to look towards Minako who had seemingly disappeared from the conversation for a while. You're in on this too.

Just agree to it, Usagi. Trust me when I say it'll be a piece of cake to do this.

Like the time you said bungee jumping off Tokyo Tower would be easy?

Easier than that.

I cringed at the thought of anything that could be easier' than that. I growled seeing that I was in a losing battle on this one. Just tell me what it is already.

Minako pulled out a file from behind her back and placed it open in front of me. Pictures of various men spilled out from the overstuffed packet. This assignment will involve a volunteer. One of these men will be chosen by myself to be your partner for the next week, in which you'll be assigned to do different activities every day. It'll be simple stuff like getting to know each other over the week on dates like visiting each other's friends, your parents, and other little tasks. Once the week is over all you have to do is write up your side of how you felt the week went and he'll write his own viewpoint. We'll put the two sides together and have a sort of he said, she said' sort of thing comparing the views on the entire experience.

I nodded my head approvingly, but that nagging voice in the back of my head sent out the alarms. So what's the dangerous part? Will we be handcuffed together? Will I be dressed up as a hotdog the entire time? I know there's a catch coming.

No catch. I write a relationship advice column. This article is going to be purely based on how a man and woman interact as a couple.

That sounds easy enough? I still think there's a catch, though.

We might as well tell her, Minako. She's going to find out sooner or later, Rei interjected.

Fine. Just be open about this Usagi. To do this we need that certain Usa style to pull this off. Actually I was worried when Rei thought of volunteering you to do this as your final assignment.

I'm surprised you didn't see this coming. We put out the advertisements for male volunteers in last month's issue. You don't read the magazine do you?

I nervously laughed. I usually just flip through to my section.

Part of the deal was that the lucky guy who was picked would get to spend a week with our famous Tsuki. I've been planning this for awhile since I knew you were thinking about leaving us soon. She frantically waved her arms in the air in that big dramatic sense showing how whatever it was she was thinking about would be of epic proportions. What better way to end your run here than to do it with a bang? I thought it would be good to finally let the world meet the real Tsuki. At the end of the article we will be revealing what our mystery girl looks like in a full photo spread. People have been dying these last few years to know what the infamous Tsuki looks like. I can already see our issues flying off the shelves.

So, I'm a publicity stunt, huh? It's great that you see my farewell as a profit maximizing agent. Too bad I didn't give you my permission to show my photo, I triumphantly declared.

You really should read the fine print when signing any legal document, Rei maniacally laughed. She pointed to what appeared to be no more than a smudge mark on the bottom corner of the contract. Pulling out a magnifying glass she placed it over the words revealing the clause stating that she had signed away her image as well as her time.

Damn! You're evil!

Not evil, smart, she corrected waving a finger in her face.

I pleadingly turned to Minako hoping to god that I would receive a little back up in this.

She only offered a lowered head and placed a hand on my shoulder steadying my already failing balance after grasping the gravity of the situation. Sorry, but I promise this won't be too painful.

Seeing as how there would be no way out of this unless I was ready to go into a full out legal battle with Rei to avoid my contracted duties, I slumped back down into the chair a defeated woman. I could barely find my voice to choke out the words. Just give it to me straight. What will I be doing? I know you're hiding some more to this. It lacks that certain insane factor.

Minako grabbed a paper out of the mass of files she left on the desk and placed it in my hand with the entire itinerary of the week printed out on it. You'll be meeting the man tomorrow morning at his apartment. From there, you two are to report to the Hikawa Jinja Shrine. Everyone will be waiting there for you and the arrangements are all set for the ceremony.

I arched an eyebrow in bewilderment.

Where else would we go to perform the marriage ceremony? Rei interjected emphasizing the word marriage.

At that moment, all the color drained from my face. I'm going to marry the guy? I jumped out from my seat and began frantically pacing in the room probably leaving a depression in the ground where I repeatedly trodded back and forth. I soon began muttering to myself ignoring the others in the room. I know I've done some pretty stupid and crazy things in the past, but marriage?! I never expected my first marriage to be with some strange guy as a publicity stunt. Wait a second! Did I just say first marriage? No way! I'm only getting married once, and I'm not wasting it on some loser.

Will just let her finish first?! Rei screamed in exasperation grabbing my by the shoulders to stop my frantic pacing. She led me back to my chair and forced me to sit down.

Minako cleared her throat to remember where she had left off before my little insane rant. As I was saying, we need to have a wedding of some sorts to document the journey of your relationship. The wedding will purely fictional and all. So, don't worry about having to check off that little box that says married on forms. Naru will be there to photograph the entire ceremony and will follow you two each of the seven days to capture any photo ops. Also, you will be moving into his apartment for the entire duration of our little experiment since you will be in a sense married. For seven days you will be married and spend every waking moment together. Here's his address. She handed me a small piece of paper with some numbers and words that my brain could not fully process at the moment with the shock of the adventure I was about to embark on.

This will be your biggest stunt yet, Rei clapped her hands together. There is nothing scarier than taking the plunge into marriage. Cheer up, Usagi. Knowing you, this experience will be unlike anyone has seen before. You'll put a new meaning to the word newlywed'. Now get going. You should get some rest the night before your wedding. I'll see you tomorrow.

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Betrayal. Hurt. Depression. These were the only emotion I could feel writhing and coursing through my veins as I stabbed at the innocent cherry tomatoes in my salad. My anger was only heightened tenfold when I told him about the predicament I found myself in.

It's too much. You've done some crazy stuff, but this takes the cake, Seiya laughed as he wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. Rei and Minako must have went through a lot to pull this off.

I stabbed another tomato with a newfound ferocity hearing the clink of the metal fork hitting the plate. I'm glad you find this so funny, I growled. What kind of boyfriend laughs off the idea of his girlfriend marrying some other guy? I thought I could at least count on you to take my side on this.

I'm sorry, he offered as he quieted the last of his fits of laughter. He gently took the fork out of my hand and laid it back down on the table. Grabbing my fisted and clenched hand, he soothingly wrapped his warm one around it gently rubbing his thumb over the back. Maybe you could consider this experience as good practice for the future.

Practice what?

He shifted in his seat and in an uncharacteristic act of nervousness pushed back a stray strand of hair in his face. He lowered his eyes to meet mine. I saw him reach into his pocket and held my breath wondering if he was about to do what I thought he was about to do. Here in the small cramped table in the back of our regular restaurant away from the prying eyes of fans and the leering eyes of strangers wanting to get a piece of this pop idol a monumental moment was about to take place. It was a moment that would be all my own.

he breathily whispered. He leaned in closer to my face and lovingly brushed his hand against my cheek. We've been playing this game far too long. You've been with me since the beginning. When no one else believed in me, you did. You are my best friend and the woman I love. I'm not going to lose the chance of you falling out of my grasp. Your face is the last thing I want to see before I sleep at night and the first thing I want to see when I wake. I can only hope you feel for me as much as I do for you. He slowly slipped out of his chair to kneel down on the ground. Never letting go of my hand, he pulled out the small velvet case revealing a diamond encrusted engagement ring that blinded me at first. Will you marry me?

I completely lost focus on where I was at the moment. The only images that registered in my brain was Seiya kneeling down in front of me with an apprehensive look on his face caused by my awkward silence. The diamond ring glinted under the lighting like a tiny star. It was truly one of those moments where time stood still.

I will. Those two words were so tiny and fragile coming out of my mouth in barely a whisper. Tears were already streaking down my face while internally I was about a second into turning into one of those hysterical women blubbering over how happy she was. I resolutely forced myself not to be one of those types and pulled Seiya's face up erasing his fears in a searing kiss filled with all the joy I felt. We pulled away and this time I stated in a much more confidant voice, I will!

Seiya wasted no time in placing the band around my finger and wrapping me in his warm arms. I buried my face into his chest feeling his warmth envelop me. I inhaled his all too familiar scent, a mix of sandalwood and musk.

So when do you want to get married?

A little anxious aren't we? he chuckled.

Well, the faster we get married the faster we'll get to the honeymoon, I gently teased.

He quickly chucked a few bills onto the table not even caring that we had not asked for the check yet and grabbed me around the waist leading me out the door. How about we start the honeymoon a little ahead of schedule?

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I awoke the next morning feeling a bit dazed and disoriented, but deliriously happy. Normally I would have thrown the annoying alarm clock against the wall smashing it into a million pieces for disturbing my peaceful slumber and cursing the start of another day, but today I had an extra incentive to wake up as I raised my hand to my face admiring the dazzling ring to my face. Rolling over onto my side, I noticed the empty spot beside me on the bed. A blush flashed across my cheeks recalling the events of the previous nights. I couldn't remember another time I was so turned on by Seiya. I practically ripped his shirt off his chest. The proof lay on the floor in a tattered shirt and a few loose buttons strewn around the room. The sound of the shower turning off snapped me out of the images of the events of the previous nights to be replaced by the real thing in front of me wearing my fluffy pink towel around his waist.

Morning Odango, he smiled.

I inwardly smirked at his nickname for me. I always pretend that it bothers me, but coming from him I know it is only a word of endearment.

Good morning to you, too.

I wrapped the sheets around my naked body and strutted right past him into the bathroom. A few minutes later when I stepped out, I found him shirtless rummaging through the dresser drawers for a shirt. Finally finding something, I watched him pull out a black dress shirt and slip it on. Slowly, he began buttoning from the bottom up.

I don't know how he does it. He seems to take over all my willpower.

Practically jumping into his arms, I wasted no time in placing a slow, gentle kiss on his lips. He immediately responded pushing his tongue against my lips urging me to allow him access. His hands raked over my still damp hair hanging loosely down to my knees. Desperately, I pulled the tie from his long raven locks letting it fall down into a pool around us. We were heading in the direction of where we started the night before as his hands glided down across my back touching and savoring the feel of my lithe body under his touch. I quickly made use of my own hands unbuckling his pants. Before I knew it, he threw me back onto the bed with an unceremonious thud before a second body propelled itself onto the mattress.

All I can say is that I would be receiving a few knowing looks from my neighbors and a few angry complaints about the noises.

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Do you really have to go away for so long? I asked kissing his neck with my hands wrapped around him from behind.

It's not that long. It's only a week I'll be out of the country. I'll be back as your assignment ends and we can go away for the entire month after that. The guys and I have already put in the request for a break before we start the next leg of the tour. He worked his hands on the buttons of his shirt trying his best to save his control over my wandering hands enticing him to dispose of the article of clothing. Sensing what was to come, he quickly stood up and made a grab for his jacket.

Aww, spoilsport, I whined. I walked over to my closet and picked out a pale pink sundress to put n for the day. I had to look good considering I would be meeting my husband for the first time that day. What time is it? I yelled.

It's 7 o'clock.

Damn! I'm supposed to be at his apartment by eight. I don't know if I can make it across town at during rush hour! Wasting no more time I emptied out the contents of my purse into another one matching my outfit and made a mad dash for the door. I passed a blur of Seiya sitting casually at the kitchen counter watching the morning news sipping a cup of coffee. I grabbed the mug out of his hand and took a long swig. Shouldn't you be going, too? Don't you have to leave soon to get to your promotion? Also, there's the fact that you have to find some way to sneak out of here incase some crazed tabloid reporters followed us last night.

Don't worry. I've got it covered. The event doesn't start until three. I've got a car parked in the garage waiting for me to smuggle me out so no one will know I was ever here. For now, I've got all the time in the world.

Lucky bastard, I grunted grabbing his toast out of the toaster and shoving it into my mouth. I've got go run now. Lock up behind you.' I rummaged through my bag looking for the address that Minako had given me the day before. In victory, I yanked the paper out of the abyss. I don't even know this guy's name. What do I do if I can't find his apartment?

Seiya pointed to the manila enveloped that was slipped underneath the door. I think Mina left you something here earlier. I vaguely recall someone banging on the door this morning. I thought it was just the headboard hitting the wall,

Oh god, I hope she didn't hear us. My answer was quickly found on the note attached to the envelope.

I was afraid you might get lost this morning, so I left some detailed instructions on the fastest way to get there through morning rush hour. By the way, since I couldn't let you see his picture I can give you this. It might break the awkwardness of meeting him the first time knowing his name is Chiba Mamoru. See you at the wedding!

-Minako

P.S. I would consider investing in some soundproof walls if I were you.

Oh no! I groaned. I'm going to be bombarded with a ton of questions later.

Seiya wrapped his arms around my waist and peered over my shoulder reading the letter. Hurrying me towards the door, he left me one last chaste kiss on the forehead before pushing me out the door. You don't want to be late for your big day, he laughed smacking me on the behind to move faster.

I guess you're right, I smiled. Chiba Mamoru is in for a long week with me.

I love you.

I love you, too. I picked up my pace and began walking towards the elevator. Once inside I waved goodbye as the sliding doors slowly closed.

Seiya yelled rushing forward and bracing his body to keep the doors open.

He pulled me into a crushing hug before crushing his lips over mine. Is tumbled backwards form the sudden assault grasping at the handrail against the walls for support.

Just a little reminder for you to come back to me. I need a little leverage to compete with this Chiba Mamoru, he laughed.

I dazedly mumbled.

Uh huh. I think I've done my job here. Have fun at work! he waved after stepping out and letting the doors shut.

I mutely nodded my head and moved to compose myself before someone else entered the elevator to find me in my flustered state. I was off meet my destiny. I put a smile on my face and began singing like a mad woman in the elevator.

I'm getting married in the morning! Ding, dong the bells are gonna chime! Pull out the stopper! Let's have a whopper! But get me to the church on time!















A/N: Here's my first crack at Sailor Moon fanfiction. Like it? Love it? Hate it? This fic is purely reviewer driven. You decide the fate of this, so get a reviewing if you want more.