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An: This is a collection of one-shots so every chapter is its own little story unless otherwise stated as I'm prone to sometimes adding sequels or continuations.

Tokyo One Night Illusion

Story One: Cosplay Circus

Vocabulary words:

Cosplay: Short for "costume role-play"

Okaerinasaimase, goshujinsama: Welcome home Master.

Goshujinsama: Master

Omurice: an omelet made with fried rice.

Summary: Usagi accepted a job that Mamoru isn't totally keen on; will he sit back in silence or do something about his annoyance?

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In life there were only a few things that most people could be absolutely certain of and in this situation Mamoru could easily name a couple.

He, Mamoru Chiba being of sound mind, willfully and voluntarily made it known that he was certain without a shadow of doubt that he didn't like it.

Well, like was an insufficient word.

In actuality he loathed it with every molecule in his earthly body.

And, he was pretty certain that she, Usagi Tsukino, didn't like (like not loath) him coming by either.

"Goshujinsama, what can I get for you today? Meow," Usagi grounded out the words through a set of clenched teeth and forced smile while her faux tail wagged silently behind her. If he hadn't been so angry Mamoru would have had to contain his snickers just at her appearance alone but in his current state he couldn't see the humor. Locking his with the menu he held he failed to notice her blue eyes darting towards the empty space in the booth.

Momentarily Usagi's eyes as well as her ridged body relaxed, "Motoki isn't with you today?" She asked the longing in her voice unmistakable.

Mamoru could only be thankful that in that moment she was staring at the empty space across from him instead of himself or she would have noticed the anger that flashed across his face at her inquiry. Carefully schooling his features he reached behind her to take a hold of her faux tail, "You forgot to say meow." He teased causing her to snap towards him a reddish blush staining across her cheeks. "Won't you get scolded for that Odango Atama?"

Clenching her order taking pad tightly Usagi forced a smile, trembling with anger. "So sorry, faithful customer." Trying to appear playful she slapped his hand, quite forcibly, away from her tail.

Which in fact translated in waitress language meant, "Shove it loser!"

A smirk appeared on Mamoru's face, "You not only forgot it again but kitty didn't address her master properly."

Forcing her rage aside Usagi's entire body was now shaking almost violently and when she let out her require meow it sounded less like a small kitty cat and more like a lion's roar. "Goshujinsama, what would please you today? Meow" She once again asked through a set of clenched teeth.

Translation: "What can I spit in today for you idiot?"

"Coffee, black as usual and an Omurice with sliced tomatoes on the side," Mamoru stated.

Usagi raised a single eyebrow not bothering to scribble the order down on the pad, "Goshujinsama, I should stop asking for your order since you always ask for the same thing. Save us the trouble of forced interaction, meow."

Tilting his head to the side Mamoru appeared amused, "Is that so, then I will just have to change my order tomorrow."

Usagi couldn't have held back her fierce growl even if she had tried as she ripped the menu from his hands. "Goshujinsama, I'll be right back! MEOW!" Turning around she mumbled sadist under her breath.

"Hmm, what was that Odango?" Mamoru inquired even though he'd fully heard her.

"Nothing goshujinsama, meow," Usagi insisted running away from him towards the kitchen doors, her faux tail swishing behind her all the while. He would have snickered as he heard his name being shouted from behind the sliding door along with the string of obscenities if he wasn't in his current mood.

Letting out a sigh Mamoru slumped down in his seat.

Yes, Mamoru loathed this.

'She must have no sense of danger or better yet common sense,' He thought, his jaw clenching.

It had been now almost a month since Usagi had accepted a job at this restaurant as a waitress, which in itself wasn't a big deal or a crime in his book. Though when he found out that this restaurant held a cosplay theme, Mamoru won't lie a red flag flashed in his mind but nothing he could had prepared himself for the sight he first beheld on Usagi's first day.

Normal Cosplay Café just required their waitresses to wear a normal French maid costume but this was entirely different and over the line in his book.

In Usagi's first day she'd been displayed as a Playboy bunny.

Absolutely lubricous!

The outfits continued to get worst and worst with every day that passed.

Today she was dressed up as a sexy kitty with a matching faux ears and tail. Neither the tail nor the ears were the problem, what was, was the tiny strapless tube dress that she was wearing. It was trimmed so short that he knew that if it were lifted up a mere inch everyone in the restaurant would be able to see her panties.

He wanted to rip her manager's throat out!

And what pissed him off even more was that everyone was so supportive of her new job instead of telling her to quit as he'd been dying to.

It wasn't just the outfits either; it was the male patrons of the restaurant. Literally it took Mamoru all of his will power not to rip out their eyes for the lusty glances they were shooting at his little Usako.

Mamoru was deathly worried about her, afraid that one of these lust-filled men might take advantage of her innocent naïve nature so to keep his mind at ease he made it a point to come here after class daily. At his booth he would pretend to do his homework while keeping tabs on her out of the corner of his eye, even though his grades were starting to suffer he knew it was worth it.

"Okaerinasaimase, goshujinsama," He heard a new voice greet him at his side and as he turned towards the voice he wasn't surprised to see Rei, Usagi's friend standing there. Although he noted grumpily that she was wearing a shrine maiden's outfit which covered everything.

"Uh, hey," Mamoru greeted while blushing slightly, feeling uncomfortable with her calling him master.

With a smile Rei leaned down closer towards him, "Mamoru," She whispered his name so none of the other patrons or her boss would hear. "No offence but I think you should start requesting to be seated in my section from now on."

"Why?" He asked.

A blush crept up on Rei's cheeks nervously she fiddled with her tray as she adverted her eyes. "Then you won't have to deal with Usagi's blatant abuse-"

"-She doesn't," Mamoru interrupted her, "Abuse me as you put it. Frankly speaking I like being served by her that's why I request her," He finished ignoring her slight gasp instead he choose to focus on the opening sliding door which revealed the object of their conversation. Tray in hand Usagi began to walk towards the pair and keeping his sapphire eyes locked on her face he noticed a slight frown appear when she spotted Rei.

"Very well," Rei replied before turning around and walking away.

Approaching the table Usagi silently removed the coffee cup and saucer from her tray and placed them neatly in front of Mamoru. "Goshujinsama, your food will be right out, excuse the wait, meow." Bowing slightly Mamoru continued to follow her movements with his eyes and didn't fail to notice the flash of pristine white panties as she turned around and walked away from his booth.

Unconsciously Mamoru's hands formed into tight fists underneath the table as his eyes widened drastically, 'Needs. To. Quit. Job!' His inner voice barely formed the words. To keep himself calm he took in deep breaths forcing himself to look away from her and towards his own coffee cup. Just as he was about to bring the cup up to his lips a surprised scream penetrated his eardrum.

Shifting his vision towards the scream he was horrified to see an older man running his hand up his precious Usako's leg, slipping up her dress and cupping her butt cheek. "How about you show your goshujinsama a good time?"

Mamoru saw red.

Before he could even register the movements Mamoru was at Usagi's side with his fist in the guys jaw. Not one to take sexual harassment lightly Usagi had raised her tray about to strike the guy in the face with it but stopped just in time to prevent it from hitting her rescuer on the back of the head. "M-Mamoru?" She stuttered out his name but he didn't respond he'd been too busy focusing on the pervert who was lain across the bench, holding his jaw.

"You bastard!" The guy called out from his position, "I should have you thrown out!" He threatened and as Mamoru cocked his arm back to strike the older man in the face again Usagi took a hold of his arm, crying in his name in his ear. "Come on, it's ok.. let it go." She tried to plead with him, pulling him away from the table.

With a growl Mamoru snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her towards his chest, "I should rip off your hand for daring to touch her."

The older man chuckled, "I'd like to see you try." He laughed and Usagi fearing the worst again tried to plead with him. "Mamoru, let's go," She commanded gripping his shirt in her tiny fists.

Glaring at the older man Mamoru took a hold of Usagi's wrist and began pulling her towards the exit, "Mamoru… where are you-" She began to question as he dragged her through the door. "You forgot your books… and, I'm still on the clock!"

For two blocks Usagi continued to call out his name in vain.

"Mamoru, where are we going? Seriously, I need to get back to work my boss is going to be furious! Ack! My panties are showing!"

That did it.

Every muscle in Mamoru's back stiffened and with an excess amount of force he pulled her into the nearest alleyway, slamming her up against the brick wall. "What the," She pulled her dress down to cover herself, "Hell!"

"You're not going back there" Mamoru stated darkly placing both of his hands face down on the brick wall at her sides. "I forbid it."

Usagi couldn't help but glare at him, "You can't just forbid me from doing anything your neither my father or boyfriend."

Mamoru almost growled, "I don't like you working at that.. that perverted establishment," He grounded out the word stated clearly without words that he thought less of it. "What are you working there for anyways, arcade money? I'll give you double your weekly salary if you consent to my demand now." He tried to bargain with her.

"What… are you crazy.. why would you-" Her voice trailed off as she considered his offer but taking her silence the wrong way Mamoru's anger grew.

"Damnit Usako do you have no consideration at all for other people's feelings? Do you know what it does to me everyday watching you running around in those slutty," She winched. "Outfits and having to watch those sex deprived perverts stare at you? Do you have any idea how much it hurts," His voice became almost inaudible and even though Usagi was only mere inches away from him she had to strain to make out his words.

Usagi titled her head slightly to the side staring up into his sapphire eyes not missing the name he'd called her, "Does.. does this mean… did you just confess to me?"

Blushing and realizing his mistake Mamoru jumped back from her as if bitten, "Uh.. n- um, what I mean is.."

Before Mamoru even realized what was happening Usagi reached towards him, pulling him down towards her by his collar before she planted a light kiss on lips. Once they separated Usagi turned away her face flush, "T-that was a thank you kiss. For rescuing me," She stated and Mamoru couldn't help but smirk.

"Wasn't much of a thank you then," He teased and as Usagi turned towards him he caught her lips and pressed her up against the way. Electricity seemed to course through their veins as their lips interlocked, he nibbled slightly at her bottom lip before he breathlessly separated from her. "That, my little Usako was a thank you."

Usagi smiled, "You should say thank you more often."

He laughed, "I'll promise if you promise not to go to that dreadful place ever again."

"Fine," She consented. "Hmm, but what am I going to do with my afternoons now?"

Smirking Mamoru closed the distant between the two of them, "I can think of few things," He teased before once again placing his lips on hers.

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Next chapter preview: Usagi sick of Mamoru treating her like he's her father instead of his girlfriend finally drives Usagi to her breaking point. What will she do to prove to him that she's not the child he thinks of her as?

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