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Apologies, I am not Japanese so I don't know anything about their culture, especially how Tokyo works or what food they eat. I have not read the 'Sailor Moon' manga or seen the live action series, only the anime. I am aware that this idea has been done before, but it has been screaming at me to get out, so here we go!
WARNING: This story is rated for a reason. Spanking of adults and teens in later chapters. May contain adult themes in later chapters. Flamers will be left to Mars, to show them what real flames are.
Life, Reborn
Chapter 1 - High School
I hate high school, were the profound thoughts of one Mamoru Chiba was he walked through the familiar streets of Tokyo, heading back for his apartment. Not that Mamoru, at twenty years old, had too much of high school to deal with but perhaps you can forgive him when his long time girlfriend, and now fiancé, had begged off being able to meet him in favour of a study group. Especially as that same fiancé recently had called him back from crystalline death, with a little help from the Light of Hope. Well, not that Usagi herself begged off, more that her friends begged off for her. Rei and Ami could be incredibly persuasive when they wanted to be. It was like a good-cop bad-cop routine. Mamoru finally managed a smile as he thought of Usagi's crazy friends literally dragging her into the shine for their study session.
Growing serious again and sighing softly, Mamoru unlocked the door to his apartment building and headed towards the lift automatically. He missed his Usako and she had missed him more. She'd clung to him when he'd returned to her. He knew she'd been through hell without him and hadn't even trusted her worry to her friends. It worried him that she had been so alone and he was determined to be there for her now. Of course, having another near brush with death hadn't done him any favours either.
He finally managed to trudge through his front door and collapsed willingly over his sofa, kicking off his shoes. They sailed over an end table, knocking several ignored bills to the floor. Mamoru couldn't find the energy to care as he rubbed his temples with one hand, the other reaching up to flick on the lights. The sudden brightness only caused him to groan more, turning his head into the cushions as his head pounded.
"Damn headaches," the normally suave man growled, dragging himself up to look for some painkillers. He'd been having them more and more regularly lately. Being a traditionalist, Mamoru went with his usual headache cure; downing his painkillers then flopping down into bed. He was snoring before his head hit the pillow.