A/N: Dedicated to Jikkan-neechan.

Hair

Each life is a thread in the hands of Fate, and Fate spins and measures and cuts… each is hair-thin and hair-delicate, and Mamoru knows it.

He knows also that his life-thread is longer and tougher than most – he merely woke one day, impossibly aware of the bottomless potential within that made him feel invincible and indomitable. Mamoru knows that his time will come, as Chiba Mamoru or Tuxedo Kamen or Endymion, but that he will look Death in the eye many, many times; perhaps even be led a little ways away from Life by the dark scythe-bearer, but that he will always come back.

Back to Her.

Their new love is tentative, as hair-like and hair-thin as his life-thread had been when he was a mere mortal. Animosity hung between them – he can not deny that he had once been an enemy of the schoolgirl and the warrior, though a lover and champion of the Princess.

But when he looks into her blue, blue eyes, and leans in so that their lips meet demurely and sparks go off in his head, or simply to brush her dainty nose with his in a subtle kiss of simple contact, he sees the frail, hair-thin future widen into a crossroads of infinite possibilities.

Does he love Her?

If love is the pounding in his heart, his mind and his soul, then yes, he does.

If love is the way he is distracted whenever she tilts her head just so, and her hair flashes gold in the sun, then yes, he does.

If love is the way he sees eternity in her eyes and her smile, and even her clumsy movements with coltishly flailing limbs, then yes, he does.

Chiba Mamoru loves Tsukino Usagi.

And suddenly, the hair-light, hair-thin connection flares anew and he is blinded, grappling desperately at any of the many possibilities and ever-shifting potentials.

But he knows it will be okay, because Mamoru loves Usagi and She loves him back.


A/N: Erm... review, please?