Chapter one
Meet the Tsukinos

Grand Entrances
By Ummster

A/N:

Summary: Faced with problems with Toxic Mold, Mamoru and Usagi, newly-wed, are forced to evacuate Mamoru's apartment and move in with the Tsukinos. Can Mamoru handle this crazy family? Humor and romance ensues.

This was originally the third chapter of Déjà vu, but the whole feeling didn't go with that story, so I decided to add another story. No, this is not a one shot. It's hardly serious, but hopefully, entertaining.

Just beware of summer school and meddling musical activities which may prevent me from updating at a reasonable time.

Hope you like this installment! Interestingly this story will be mostly in Mamoru's point of view. Read, enjoy, and review, as always!

Disclaimer: The characters of sailor moon do not belong to me.

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Prologue:

A tall, lanky man of twenty-eight stood firmly rooted outside a red suburban door, his eyes twitching between the blonde beauty beside him and the button that formed the doorbell of the house. His arms had inched around her back and to her waist where they settled, squirming with discomfort, his raven-shrouded, boyishly handsome face writ with anticipation. The girl looked up at him with surprise as he raked a shaky hand through his long dark bangs and rolled up the cuffs of his dress shirt, her expression suddenly turning to one of bemusement as a sly smile crept onto her face.

"Mamo-chan," Usagi murmured, linking her hands behind his neck and resting on her tiptoes to brush noses with him, "you're too scared to go inside, aren't you?"

"Of course not," he husked, his soulful blue eyes turning to her, groaning as she deliberately brushed her lips against his tantalizingly. Golden strands of hair tickled his neck as she bent closer, her sky-blue eyes and long lashes enticing.

"Mamoru…" she began, kissing his cheek, then falling lower to his neck, "how can you be my knight in shining armor if you don't even ring the doorbell?"

"Your father hates me," he tried, hoping with that single remark they could roll their luggage back into his black Mercedes and drive on home without another word. It had been a good six months since he'd last met Usagi's family, and every time it was torturous. Mr. Tsukino insisted on calling him 'boy' and threatened to castrate him if he so much as touched his daughter. Usagi's brother, Shingo, pestered him to no end, the little nuisance. The only member of the Tsukino family that was decent to him was Mrs. Tsukino, but every time he met her it was as if he was meeting her for the first time- she never seemed to remember who he was.

"So does that sweet little ice-cream boy from down the street, but he still gives you your money's worth, doesn't he?" Usagi remarked sweetly.

"But this is different." Mamoru inhaled sharply as she began toying with his tie, the little tease. "I can't bribe your father." Somehow he regretted not bringing his suit. He must've forgotten it along with the toxic mold.

"Sure you can!" she perked, "And it all begins by ringing the doorbell." A finger grazed her chin pensively. "By the way, he likes dark chocolate. Just like you. See, you guys already have things in common! That's the basis for a relationship."

"Usagi, I want him to like me, not marry me." He paused. "Tell me again why we couldn't just bunk with Motoki and Reika?"

Usagi slapped his back and he fell forward, staggering. She sure could slap hard. "They want their alone time, silly! They're newly weds."

"So are we."

He did have a point. She bit her lip, her hands crawling into his hair and pulling him down to get a taste of her lips. "Please?" She pouted, her eyes widening. "For me?" Mamoru signed, knowing that he couldn't possibly resist his little angel.

"Alright, fine," he grumbled, his finger pushing the fated red button, hearing the expected "dong" of the doorbell. Usagi's fingers fell off him and she took a step back, her hands falling to her hips. "Wait a minute…did you just seduce me into ringing the doorbell?" That little minx…

"Yep." She was chewing on her nails now, scared of that devilish look on his face- his lips curled upwards, his left eyebrow raised, and his ocean blue eyes twinkling mischievously. Usagi blinked, trying to divert her attention from his enrapturing orbs, finding her attempts futile.

"Oh, don't even go there Usako…" he whispered hotly into her ear, "You have no idea of the things I could make you do with a little seducing…"

"Oh?" she breathed, her eyes closing drowsily as he trailed a flight of butterfly kisses up her collarbone, "What exactly would I do, Mamoru?"

"Only one way to find out," he said huskily as he bent over her, his hands and mouth claiming the body he knew was his and would always be his. (A/N: Ok, a little sexist but…oh well. It sounds kind of cute, like he's protective or something. Don't worry, I'm all for female empowerment: D –dee: Anne Paul! Haha)

"Oh, for the love of God…" a voice piped. Mamoru turned to find the door swung open and a beach-blonde boy of about twelve peering at them with evident disgust. Usagi blushed as Mamoru straightened his tie while clearing his throat.

"Hello Shingo," he retorted stiffly. Usagi stifled a giggle at the formality, watching as her brother frowned up at the man who towered a near two feet above him.

"If only you had a British accent."

"Why's that?" Mamoru asked curiously.

"Cause that would make you even cornier." Shingo laughed as Mamoru shuffled his feet awkwardly, then yelled in pain as his sister pinched him in the arm.

"What was that for?" he screeched, rubbing his arm and retreating far away from the door.

"For being a brat." The boy rolled his eyes sardonically. "Go get mom." He grumbled and the door swung shut again.

In a second Mamoru had grabbed Usagi to his chest, and held her there, nestled in his arms, savoring the feeling of her head resting against his chest. "Mamoru?" she asked, startled, squirming out of his hold.

"Don't talk, Usagi," he murmured, pushing her head back onto his chest, "This is probably going to be the last time we'll be able to display affection in a long, long time."

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"Tell me again why you're here?" Ikuku asked, blonde ringlets framing her hazel eyes as she passed the bowl of spaghetti across the table to Usagi. Mamoru stared helplessly across the table at his in-laws as hearty chatter enveloped the room. It was the oddest sight he'd ever witnessed. Usagi, as always, was shoveling endless strands of spaghetti into her mouth at the most rapid pace he'd ever seen, competing against her younger brother who sat across from her, who came in at a near second, though much less clean. Little dribbles of chunky tomato sauce dripped around his mouth as he laughed, little chunks of meat evident from between his teeth. He was sitting to the right of Usagi, across from Mrs. Tsukino, who seemed to have, yet again, forgotten who he was, and as far as he could tell, had not yet noticed him. At the head of the table sat the head dictator, Kenji, the most interesting and menacing of them all. His brown hair had been slicked back, effectively concealing his balding scalp. Under this thin shroud of hair interrupted two bushy, brown eyebrows which just about covered the tip of thick eyelids and dark brown, omniscient eyes.

"Toxic mold, ma," Usagi repeated for the tenth time, helping herself to a good bowlful of pasta and meatballs. "It's poisonous. We can't stay in Mamoru's apartment anymore."

"And who's this young man you've brought with you?" Oh, so she'd noticed him.

Mamoru took a moment to choke on his lunch, effectively stopping the blow by pounding on his chest. "Mom! That's my husband! Mamoru!" She pointed. "Anything?"

She blinked. "Oh. Sorry, honey." Shaking her head sadly she turned back to her plate, placing a forkful of pasta in her mouth. "He looks different."

"Ahh…" Mamoru glanced at Usagi warily. He'd met them only six months earlier for their wedding. She smiled apologetically, patting his shoulder soothingly. Unable to resist, he snatched her hand off his shoulder and kissed it, flashing her a dashing smile. She giggled softly.

He instantly regretted it. "Oh don't you go romancing her, boy!" Mamoru stiffened as a pair of fierce brown eyes bore into him, and gulped. He knew who that was.

"Ah, Mr. Tsukino," he began smoothly, attempting to prompt casual conversation, "I hear you like dark chocolate."

Kenji snorted. "That's true. But mark my words boy, you are not dark chocolate material."

Mamoru paused. "Milk chocolate?"

"Nope."

"White chocolate?"

"Nope."

"What, then?" He was growing desperate.

Kenji paused mid-bite. "Almond. 'Cause you're nutty, that's what you are." Kenji and Shingo burst into laughter while Mamoru and Usagi stared. Ikuku frowned and wagged a fork at her husband.

"I personally don't see what's all that wrong with the child. He's a fine specimen of a man if you ask me." She squeezed his toned bicep for emphasis. "Look at this kid." He held his breath as his mother-in-law grabbed hold of his chin and tilted it to the side, showing him off like some sort of prized pig. "Look at those cheekbones. Look at that hair. Look at those eyes."

"Oh, honey, looks certainly aren't everything," Kenji snarled. "I hate good-looking men. They're all the same. Just take advantage of you and then dump you out on the street with nothing but a soda can and a cup of coffee as a reminder."

"Cup of coffee?" Ikuku asked incredulously.

"Hell, yeah." Kenji laughed. "Can't live without coffee." With that he took a long, leisurely sip out of his 'Dad of the Year' mug, letting a languid sigh as the liquid slipped down his throat.

"Mr. Tsukino, you do know that we're married?" He chose to ignore the question and turned his attention to wrapping strings of pasta around his fork.

"Well I, for one, agree with mom," Usagi piped, squeezing his cheeks together and forcing him to smile. "Mamoru's head surgeon of the Tokyo University Hospital. He's brilliant."

"Don't you have to be like…forty to be a doctor?" Shingo asked. Kenji nodded.

Mamoru rubbed at his jawbone, attempting to restore the feeling. "I was accepted into medical school my second year of college." He shrugged, trying to shake it off like it was a regular accomplishment, though he knew it was quite the contrary.

"I told you, he's a keeper," Usagi boasted, grinning and pinching her husband's cheek again.

Mamoru sighed, plugging another forkful of pasta into his mouth. It was going to be a long day.

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