A/N: Enjoy this one :-) The song that he will sing is Hero/Heroine by Boys Like Girls. R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, Boys Like Girls, and their songs!


Serenade

They sat on his large couch, watching reruns of this TV series. It was entertaining, but the commercials were rather long, and it bored them to death. That was one reason why they despised the commercial, but another reason was because they were really engrossed with what they were watching that they didn't want to stop watching it.

"Ugh," Usagi groaned. "Not another commercial!" She let go of Mamoru's arm and wailed. "Calm down, Odango," he told her as he stood up. He made his way to his kitchen to make some coffee. "Easy for you to say!" she said, hugging the pillow that was beside her. "You have something to keep you busy when the commercial starts!"

The coffee had finished brewing after a while, and so he poured it into his mug. He walked back to the couch and his face met a soft pillow. He placed his coffee on the coffee table and held the pillow in his hand. "Odango, what was that for?"

"I'm bored," was her reply. Mamoru groaned and pushed the pillow into her face. He took a sip of his coffee and took a look at his girlfriend.

"What now?" he asked her. "I don't know," she answered. She thought for a moment and he looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "I know!" she exclaimed.

"And what would that be?" he said before he took another long sip of his coffee.

"Serenade me, Mamo-chan!"

The said man nearly choked on his coffee. Luckily, he swallowed it with ease. He huffed to take a quick breath then looked at Usagi. "W-what?" he stammered.

"Serenade me!"

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"I asked first."

"Well," Usagi began. "I've never seen or heard you sing before, and I think that now would be a good time to do so because it would entertain me unlike this commercial."

The man thought for a while. She was speaking the truth.

"You'll regret it, Usako."

And he was also speaking the truth.

"No, I won't!" she protested.

"Fine, if you say so," he said. He transformed into Tuxedo Kamen and looked at her. "Well?"

"Well what?" she asked.

"Transform!"

"Why should I?"

"Do you want me to serenade you or not?"

"Fine fine fine."

The blonde transformed into Sailor Moon, the senshi of the moon. (Obviously, aha.)

"Now what?" she asked with her hand on her hips.

Tuxedo Kamen walked into the kitchen and back to the living room, a wooden spoon in his hand. He used the spoon like a mic and started singing.

"I feel like a hero! And you are my heeeeeeeeeroiiineeeee!" he sang off-key, swishing and swooshing his cape back and forth to give the lyric he had sang some effect.

Sailor Moon giggled at the sight. She went over to Tuxedo Kamen and kissed his cheek. "Now," she said. "Sing it nicely this time."

He frowned. "Wasn't that nice?"

She burst out laughing for a moment and he glared at her. "Sure, it was nice!" she told him.

"I told you that you'd regret it."

"I don't regret it. I was swept off my feet when you serenaded me," she said, kissing him again.

He grinned down at her, pressing the ON/OFF switch of the TV with his foot. "Want me to sing it again?"

Soon his apartment was getting complaints of terrible singing and constant laughter.