Written by: Neeko
(tanpopo_nyo@hotmail.com)
Summary: What if after all this time, Mamoru was always in love with Princess Serenity, instead of Usagi? What if he only saw her as a shadow of her previous self? How in the world could Usagi compete with... herself? This takes place in the very beginning of SailormoonR, before Chibi Usa or the Black Moon family ever came.
This fanfic is based on the manga version of Sailormoon, but if you've only seen the anime version, you'll still understand most of it. The only part of this fanfic that is based on the anime is how Usagi and Mamoru found their identiies. In the manga, they fall in love before they find out they were lovers in the past, but in the anime, it left that big question whether Mamoru fell in love with Usagi because she was Usagi, or because she use to be Serenity. Near the end, it's obvious he loves Usagi, but lets pretend for this fanfic that we dont' know that. ^^
The plot of this fanfic was based on a "challenge" by one of my favourite authors, Princess Destiny. The story will be told from the point of Mamoru (although in one chapter, Usagi takes the turn.... ^^;...) and will hopefully have some huge angsty-ness in the future! *thumbs up*
Update: This story has been revamped! After 10 months, I've decided
to finally pick up this story again and END it! Sorry for those who were kept
waiting, but I will finish it this time! Please note that I've gone
through the story and revamped some scenes, because my writing hopefully from
10 months ago has improved. Not that many big changes, unless stated in the
chapter notes. Thank you all for waiting, and enjoy!
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Prologue
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Long and wavy golden hair draped around his muscular body, like a second blanket.
Her hot breaths sent chills down his spine, as her head rested in the crook
of his neck. Her arm rested on his chest, her eyes closed, the woman was clearly
in a deep sleep.
How did he ever manage to end up with such a beauty? Surely all the men in the
world had to be jealous of him. He had everything. A warm house, a high paying
job, and most of all, the heart of this blonde angel sleeping in his arms. He
didn't know anyone else who was as lucky as him.
He loved the way she slept. The way her nose wrinkled when she was deep in thought,
the way she took deep breaths, the way she whimpers when she's having a nightmare--which
he would swoop in and kiss her fears away, the way she does, well, everything.
Perfect. He held true perfection, right here. In his arms.
He never knew perfection slept so damn much.
"Wake up...." He quietly pleaded.
"Mmm...."
"Please..." He whispered into her ear, placing soft kisses on her
check, towards her nose. By then, the angel's eyes slowly fluttered open, and
a big smile formed on her face. "Awake?"
"Thanks for ruining my favourite dream."
"I'm sorry, but you sleep way too much."
"Not my fault. I'm tired. Besides, you sleep a lot too. Depriving me of
time with you." Pout.
He chuckled. She was adorable when she pouted. "But the good thing about
it is, I ALWAYS make it up to you." A mischievous smile formed on his lips,
as he swooped in for a kiss. After pulling away, the girl smiled.
"That's my favourite part."
"So how was your dream?"
"It was wonderful. My favourite one."
"The one with the prince coming to save you and sweeping you off your feet?"
"Mmhmm. And the prince was *awfully* charming. And handsome."
His eyebrows narrowed. She was dreaming of another man? "Who is this man?
I'll kill him!"
She laughed. How he loved her laugh. "Honey, you can't kill yourself. I'd
die if that happened." He was silenced with a small kiss on his nose, as
she turned around and prepared to get off the bed. Grabbing a firm grip on her
wrist, he tried to pull her back in.
"Oh no you don't. You're staying here. In bed. With me."
"I'd love to stay with you, forever, in this warm bed, but there are things
to do. We both know that. Now come on, get up."
He watched as the woman stood up from her seat in bed. Dressed in one of his
large white shirts, it went up to her thighs, revealing her long, silky legs.
Her blonde hair trailed behind her, like a blanket of gold. He smiled in awe.
"What are you looking at?" She asked.
"The woman I love."
"You're so sweet, Mamo-chan...."
"But you are sweeter, Serenity."
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Chiba Mamoru's eyes shot open. His body was covered in sweat, as he sat up,
breathing for air. Checking both sides of his bed, he was somewhat relieved
not to find his girlfriend in bed next to him. If she were to wake up finding
him stressed out like this, she would be absolutely worried.
'That same dream....' He thought, finally catching his breath. For the past
few weeks, he's had the same dream. Wake up with blonde girl, talk to blonde
girl, watch as blonde girl wakes up, and call this blonde girl 'Serenity.' It
shouldn't seem weird. Princess Serenity was his lover, back in the Silver Millennium,
when he was Prince Endymion. Both were reborn as humans, and are now happily
in love. Why did it bother him so much, though?
Because it told the truth. The truth he was afraid to believe.
He called the woman Serenity, while she called him Mamo-chan.
Mamo-chan.
A nickname specially reserved for HIS Usako. No one was to ever call him that.
Just like no one was ever to call Usagi, Usako. It was forbidden. Might as well
make a law for it. Cut off your tongue if you are to speak to forbidden pet
names.
But that woman called him that.
So it must have been Usagi.
But he called her 'Serenity.'
Meaning, the woman must have been Serenity.
But why would Serenity call him Mamo-chan?
Perhaps he was in the form of Endymion.
But she would call him Endymion. Or Endy. Or... whatever nickname Serenity gave
him when he was Endymion.
'It doesn't make sense...' Clutching his head, he closed his eyes. 'What could
this dream possibly mean?' Glancing at the clock that sat next to him on a dresser,
his eyes widened.
8:15am.
'There's a first for everything.' He dashed out of his bed, and quickly got
ready for school.